There are essentially two things that will make you wise — the books you read and the people you meet.
Jack Canfield
Wednesday Jan 25 @ 09:18pm
Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books…which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.
The Fault in our Stars, John Green (via faintsmiles)
Monday Jan 23 @ 06:45pm
I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.
Sylvia Plath
Sunday Jan 22 @ 03:45pm
It’s usually the selfish people who are loved the most. They do what you deny yourself, and you love them for it. You give them your heart.
Saul Bellow (via vouth)
Friday Jan 20 @ 10:16pm
It had never occurred to me that our lives, so closely interwoven, could unravel with such speed. If I’d known, maybe I’d have kept tighter hold of them.
Never Let Me Go (2010)
Wednesday Jan 18 @ 07:59pm
I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Monday Jan 16 @ 11:04pm
We are not nouns, we are verbs. I am not a thing — an actor, a writer — I am a person who does things — I write, I act — and I never know what I am going to do next. I think you can be imprisoned if you think of yourself as a noun.
Stephen Fry
Sunday Jan 15 @ 04:14pm
People run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.
Charles Bukowski
Sunday Jan 15 @ 04:13pm
You’re not like the others. I’ve seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon, last night. The others would never do that. The others would walk off and leave me talking. Or threaten me. No one has time anymore for anyone else. You’re one of the few who put up with me.
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via crisella)
Saturday Jan 14 @ 02:01pm
