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Nobody teaches life anything
Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Márquez
I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII, Pablo Neruda (via she-forgets-to-fly)
She would have betrayed him for a dry Martini.
Cain’s Book, Alexander Trocchi (via she-forgets-to-fly)
There’s so much surprising green in this city’s grey, stone heart, so douce, so mercantile.
Grassroots on the Meadows, Elizabeth Rimmer (via she-forgets-to-fly)
25 And the Lord spake unto the Angel that guarded the eastern gate, saying ‘Where is the flaming sword that was given unto thee?’ 26 And the Angel said, 'I had it here only a moment ago, I must have put it down some where, forget my own head next.’ 27 And the Lord did not ask him again.
Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (via forest-of-books)
Tear off the mask. Your face is glorious.
Rumi (via iamabuddha)
My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords (via bookquotes007)
if the ocean can calm itself, so can you. we are both salt water mixed with air.
Nayyirah Waheed, “Meditation” (via wordsnquotes)
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Anthem for Doomed Youth, Wilfred Owen
Daze by the river
He stepped down, trying not to look at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her like the sun, without even looking.
Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy (via she-forgets-to-fly)