freoðuwebbe

 I have lost your heart, love, somewhere in old woods. May holy wolves protect it while I'm gone.

[bundyspooks]

A quote made by Nikola Tesla shortly before his death in 1943.

[metaphorformetaphor]

How slow life is, How violent hope is.

Guillaume Apollinaire, from “Mirabeau Bridge,” Alcools (1965)

[fyp-psychology]

One does not become fully human painlessly.

Rollo May (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.

Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait. (via wordsnquotes)

[bookmania]

The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went.

Virginia Woolf, Orlando (via bookmania)

[bookmania]

“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.” ~Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

[wordsnquotes]

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.

William Shakespeare,  Macbeth. (via wordsnquotes)

[glassbonespaperskin]

[wordsnquotes]

…Suddenly you’re afraid, and you don’t know what you’re afraid of…

Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Dir. Victor Fleming. (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

I keep remembering — I keep remembering. My heart has no pity on me.

Henri Barbusse, The Inferno (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.

Vladimir Nabokov (via thelovejournals)

[divintrix]

[ghostwitchhh]

weirdly appropriate.

[freoduwebbe]

In certain seasons, in certain shades, memories alighted on him like sharp-taloned birds:  a head turning in the foliage, a lantern light flaring in another room.

Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist

[sellyourseoul-blog]

[neonmay]

Me at America:

[wordsnquotes]

There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via wordsnquotes)