Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth.
━ Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via pavorst)
People will love you. People will hate you. And none of it will have anything to do with you.
━ Abraham Hicks (via barbieandken)
(Source: fandhm, via cosmicwitch)
How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.
I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway.
━ J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via catharinethegreat)
(Source: theburnthatkeepseverything, via ciao-miau)
“Those sweet fleeting moments, why could one not live an eternal undying life in them?”
-Fathers and Sons by Turgenev
(via vonbarnhelm)
Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars.
━ Victor Hugo: Ninety-Three (via petite—fleur)
(Source: betoseem, via teachingliteracy)
I spend the better part of my day contemplating the night.
━ Boris Vian, from L’ecume des jours (via lotusohm)
(via journalofanobody)
How beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.
━ Tennessee Williams - The Glass Menagerie (via dulcetdecember)
(Source: napoleoncomplex, via largerloves)
I don’t know why I’m joking; actually, I feel miserable.
━ Jean-Luc Godard (via johnsteinbeck-)
How can one live with such a heart?
Long ago I gave up singing to it,
it will never be satisfied or lulled.
One night I will say to it:
Heart, be still,
and it will.
Long ago I gave up singing to it,
it will never be satisfied or lulled.
One night I will say to it:
Heart, be still,
and it will.
━ Margaret Atwood (via likeafieldmouse)
(Source: likeafieldmouse, via righteouswaxchaperone)
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I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.
━ Virginia Woolf (via gebreken)
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