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[books-n-quotes]

“There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.” — Rumi

[killabunneh]

One should never stand silent for fear of complexity

Elif Shafak

[killabunneh]

Нема да се плашиш от нищо. Добрийо Господ не дава повеке, отколко можем

да влачим.

Живот в скалите, Мария Лалева

[poems-and-word]

“Only those who look with the eyes of children can lose themselves in the object of their wonder.”

— Eberhard Arnold (via philosophyquotes)

[books-n-quotes]

“Sometimes life is a series of obstacles, a matter of putting one foot in front of the other. Sometimes, it is simply a matter of blind faith.”

— Jojo Moyes, The Girl You Left Behind (via books-n-quotes)

[poems-and-word]

“This is never going to go our way if I’m going to have to guess what’s on your mind.”

— Mumford & Sons, Believe (via music-and-quotes)

[books-n-quotes]

“So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces. Only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story.”

— Sarah Dessen, Just Listen (via books-n-quotes)

[killabunneh]

"...А големият предател винаги е най-близо. И затова най-трудно се вижда. Но това е неговият избор, не твоят. Големият предател е страхлив, сине. Инак няма да е предател, а враг. Но ти не се страхувай, а се учи да обичаш. Любовта побеждава всеки страх - и твоя, и чуждия."

-„Живот в скалите“, Мария Лалева

[inspiration-and-motivation]

[poemswords]

[olearypoetry]

[killabunneh]

When someone in need tries to push you away, you have to find a strength to hold him tighter

Daredevil, ep. 6

[booksquotelife]

[gownegirl]

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind (2004) dir. michel gondry

[poemswords]

[killabunneh]

Sometimes I feel like I'm not - solid. I'm hollow. There's - nothing behind my eyes. I'm a negative of a person. Its as if I never - I never thought anything. I never wrote - anything. I never felt anything. All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence.

Sylvia 2003

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I’m imaginary / make-believe beyond belief; / so fictitious that it hurts.”

— Wislawa Szymborska, from Selected Poems; “Over Wine,”