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“All grown-ups were once children… but only few of them remember it.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince (via naturaekos)
Millions of people have decided not to be sensitive. They have grown thick skins around themselves just to avoid being hurt by anybody. But it is at great cost. Nobody can hurt them, but nobody can make them happy either.
Osho (via goodreadss)
“I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.”
S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders (via goodreadss)
“Everything passes. Everything changes. Just do what you think you should do.”
Bob Dylan, To Ramona, 1964 (from the Another Side of Bob Dylan)
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Don’t criticize what you can’t understand.
Bob Dylan (via goodreadss)
“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”
Oscar Wilde (via goodreadss)
People think being alone makes you lonely, but I don’t think that’s true. Being surrounded by the wrong people is the loneliest thing in the world.
Kim Culbertson (via naturaekos)
O mais assustador nisso tudo é que eu estou calmo. Deveria estar quebrando algo, arrancando alguns fios de cabelo, talvez. Deixar o desespero dominar, explodir para o mundo, quem sabe. Porém nenhuma reação sequer. Enquanto eu demonstro o que sinto, tudo é muito previsível. Mas quando não sei expor, nada mais sou do que uma bomba relógio sem contagem exata. Eu não me preocupo com quem sou agora, estou preocupado com quem posso vir a ser. Não tenho medo do meu silêncio, tenho medo das minhas palavras por dentro.
Allax Garcia. (via allaxg)
I am made of magic and stardust, I deserve someone made of the same stuff.
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In a world where you can be anything, be kind.
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