January 2012
14 posts
But she was seventeen now and not actually dumb. She knew that you could love...
– Jonathan Franzen, Freedom (via itssati)
We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own...
– Paulo Coelho (via bohemian-revolutionary)
We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own...
– Paulo Coelho (via bohemian-revolutionary)
But you must feel yourself that there is something stifling about the idea of...
– .C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce (via coperi)
If all my mistakes
led me to you, maybe they
aren’t mistakes, at all.
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
"But I have a secret. You can build walls all the...
dontleaveyourselfout:
Delirium, Lauren Oliver
The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive...
– Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free (via nirvikalpa)
I’m not sentimental—I’m as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via coello)
I’m not sentimental—I’m as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via coello)
The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well.
– Proverb 42, The Book of Shhh (via dontleaveyourselfout)
December 2011
41 posts
So many people enter and leave your life. hundreds of thousands of people. you...
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via reversedtime)
One must always hope when one is desperate, and doubt when one hopes.
– Gustave Flaubert (via solitaryshibboleth)
Home Sweet Home
daydrreambelieverr:
daydrreambelieverr:
Only speak kind words :)
Nobody loves me, nobody cares,
Nobody picks me peaches and pears.
Nobody...
– Shel Silverstein (via thelifeofalittlecamel)
Draw a crazy picture,
Write a nutty poem,
Sing a mumble-gumble song,
Whistle...
– Shel Silverstein, Put Something In (via lyricsandquotes)
I met a ghost, but he didn’t want my head,
He only wanted to know the way to...
– Shel Silverstein Teagan’s current bedtime fave, mine too :3 (via toothbrushtango)
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the...
– Forgotten Language- Shel Silverstein (via heartandfear)
Underneath my outside face
There’s a face that none can see.
A little less...
– “Underface” by Shel Silverstein (via hearts-couldbewarmer)
Mind HiCuP: The Clock Man →
pruchy2:
“How much will you pay for an extra day?” The clock man asked the child. “Not one penny,” the answer came, “For my days are as many as smiles.”
“How much will you pay for an extra day?” He asked when the child was grown. “Maybe a dollar or maybe less, For I’ve plenty of days of my own.”
“How…
surly and evasive: There is a place where the... →
odairiver:
There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark…