But strange that I was not told That the brain can hold In a tiny ivory cell...– Roses And Rue by Oscar Wilde (via jaimelannister)
You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you...– John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via samaralex)
In ‘love’ one has found, at last, a haven from aloneness.– Erich Fromm, The Art of Loving (via greetingsimabeing) Bullshit.
It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have...– Chuck Palahniuk, Diary (via helplesslyamazed)
Years of love have been forgot. In the hatred of a minute.– Edgar Allan Poe (via aquaticwonder)
I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too...– Ferdinand von Schrubentaufft (via jaimelannister)
Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.– Dalai Lama XIV (via kari-shma)
Dear Diary, I got fucked.
People will kill you over time, and how they’ll kill you is with tiny, harmless...– Dylan Moran (via Swanfeather Songs)
You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.– Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via acynicalcunt)
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And...– ― Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin (via justbesplendid)
I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth...– John Green (via funpoolparty)
I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.– J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via wovenbluebelles)
I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.– Kurt Vonnegut (via dundermiflin)
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most...– ― Charles William Eliot (via justbesplendid)