I’m beginning to think that maybe it’s not just how much you love someone. Maybe...– The Accidental Tourist (via cica) (via pieces) (via marjchun) (via jaim)
hellovagina: When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there’s a particular missing part that overwhelms...
hellovagina: I will love you forever, whatever happens. Till I die and after I die, and when I find my way out of the land of the dead, I’ll drift about forever, all my atoms, till I find you again. I’ll be looking for you, Will, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find each other again, we’ll cling together so tight that no one’ll ever tear us apart. Every atom of me and every...
You are my inspiration and my folly. You are my light across the sea, my million...– George Bernard Shaw
Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person -...– Dinah Craik
In this dirty minded world you are either somebody’s wife or somebody’s whore -...– John Irving, The World According to Garp
Everyone wants stuff. We wake up everyday with a list of wishes a mile long and...– Ned, Pushing Daisies (via deadshot)
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod (Dutch Lullaby) by Eugene...
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe—- Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. “Where are you going, and what do you wish?” The old moon asked the three. “We have come to fish for the herring fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we!” Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. The old moon laughed...
Olive: Can I ask you a question? If you loved me....
Olive: And we could never, ever, ever touch. Wouldn't you eventually get over it and move on letting someone else have the slightest hope that you might move on to them?
Alfredo: If I loved you?
Alfredo: Then I would love you in any way I could. And if we could not touch, then I would draw strength from your beauty. And if I went blind, then I would fill my soul with the sound of your voice and the contents of your thoughts until the last spark of my love for you lit the shabby darkness of my dying mind.
Olive: Eh, forget it.
There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the...– Charles Dickens