I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need...– Charlotte Brontë (via misswallflower)
We were together. I forget the rest.– Walt Whitman (via saltwatersound)
Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.” “Hell,” I said. “I love you...– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via musingsinfemininity)
As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as...– Charlie Kaufman, Synecdoche, New York (via clavicola)
Why are you sad?” “Because you speak to me in words, and I look at you with...– Anna Karina, Pierrot Le Fou (via clavicola)
I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see...– Joan Didion, “Why I Write” (via leopoldgursky)
That’s what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is. Most...– Jim Morrison (via likethesun)
Body cells replace themselves every month. Even at this very moment. Most...– Haruki Murakami (via thechocolatebrigade)
I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to...– Margaret Atwood (via atomiclanterns)
Don’t let yourself feel worthless: often through life you will really be at your...– F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via thoughtsdetained)
You said: You can't say I didn't try.
T says: If it counts for anything, I should have tried harder.
You said: Tried what?
T says: To spend more time with you. See you.
I know it sounds ridiculous, but I like disappearing.– Keira Knightley (via fabula)
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable,...– Agatha Christie (via nirvikalpa)
Homesickness is just a state of mind for me. I’m always missing someone or...– Prozac Nation - Elizabeth Wurtzel
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly...– George Eliot (via mirroir)
You die when you stop feeling. I will live forever.– I Wrote This For You: The Burial Chamber (via kari-shma)
It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the...– A. Bartlett Giamatti
Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking perfect pause between the...– Carol Bishop Hipps
Life is too short, or too long, for me to allow myself the luxury of living it...– Paulo Coelho (via kari-shma)