The difference between learning a modern language and an ancient language is that in first year French you learn “Where is the bathroom?” and “How do I get to the train station?” and in first year Attic Greek or Latin you learn “I have judged you worthy of death” and “The tyrant had everyone in the city killed.”

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I’ll come back for you i whisper as i caress the books i can’t afford

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you know you’re really into a band when they only released three studio albums but your itunes lists them as having twelve.

I had no one to help me, but then T. S. Eliot helped me.

So when people say that poetry is a luxury, or an option, or for the educated middle classes, or that it shouldn’t be read at school because it is irrelevant, or any of the strange stupid things that are said about poetry and its place in our lives, I suspect that the people doing the saying have had things pretty easy. A tough life needs a tough language – and that is what poetry is. That is what literature offers – a language powerful enough to say how it is.

It isn’t a hiding place. It is a finding place.

— Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via mercurieux)

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I hate shopping for these baggies because I don’t know if I want the ones that come with cookies or the ones that come with vegetables

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being told you’re appreciated is one of the simplest yet incredibly uplifting things you can ever hear

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strictly on style this is between Medelssohn and Debussy but respect to Beethoven for that “look, I have more important work to do here” swagger