Saudade.
(n.) This untranslatable Portuguese term refers to the melancholic a deep, nostalgic, and longing for something or someone, often accompanied with denied fact that what one longs for will never come back. (via amargedom)

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Saudade.
(n.) This untranslatable Portuguese term refers to the melancholic a deep, nostalgic, and longing for something or someone, often accompanied with denied fact that what one longs for will never come back. (via amargedom)
We choose not randomly each other. We meet only those who already exists in our subconscious.
Sigmund Freud (via fyp-psychology)
When I was younger, the sky was closer. So much closer.
Kotonoha no Niwa (via evolvedaily)
I think it’s quite sad that now the only place I see you is in my dreams.
go-on-love-find-a-new-direction (via wordsnquotes)
I like people who read books, and oddly what I somehow find to like about them is that sometimes there’s a lovely slight arrogance in the way they speak. A little pride of knowing much mixed with the insecurity of not knowing enough. Interesting.
rezarusandi (via yannase)
Personally, I’m a mess of conflicting impulses—I’m independent and greedy and I also want to belong and share and be a part of the whole.
Richard Siken, Spork Editor’s Pages: Black Telephone (via wordsnquotes)
Sometimes there is no darker place than our own thoughts; the moonless midnight of the mind.
Dean Koontz, Fear Nothing (via wordsnquotes)
Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me.
Vladimir Nabokov (via wordsnquotes)
I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul.
Bram Stoker, Dracula (via wordsnquotes)
Don’t let us forget that the causes of human actions are usually immeasurably more complex and varied than our subsequent explanations of them.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot (via fyp-philosophy)
Always be kinder than you feel.
TheDailyPositive.com (via thedailypozitive)
The soul often sees Subtle triumphs of beauty That the eyes cannot
Jenn Ryan-Jauregui (via wnq-writers)
It was the year when Frankie thought about the world. And she did not see it as a round school globe, with the countries neat and different-coloured. She thought of the world as huge and cracked and loose and turning a thousand miles an hour. The geography book at school was out of date; the countries of the world had changed.
The Member of the Wedding - Carson McCullers
These things are going to eat away at me and eat away at me and I'm going to drop dead of cancer or heart disease or something. And I shake and shake, and I rewrite the script in my head until it's 100 per cent proof poison, and none of it helps at all.
High Fidelity - Nick Hornby
The secret ingredient to sex is love.
Nymphomaniac (Film)
And I am bored to death with it. Bored to death with this place, bored to death with my life, bored to death with myself.
Charles Dickens, Bleak House (via wordsnquotes)
I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via wordsnquotes)