[4exom]

[goodreadss]

“He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing.”

Sherman Alexie, The Toughest Indian in the World (via goodreadss)

[the-night-picture-collector]

Otto Dix, Longing, Self Portrait, 1932

[wnq-quotes]

… what I am aches in me.

Fernando Pessoa, from “I See Boats Moving

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(via wordsnquotes)

[thequotejournals]

Be careful when you cast out your demons that you don’t throw away the best of yourself.

Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via fyp-philosophy)

[thequotejournals]

You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.

Nikita Gill, “Shooting Stars and Comets” (via wordsnquotes)

[thequotejournals]

For me, I am driven by two main philosophies: know more today about the world than I knew yesterday and lessen the suffering of others. You’d be surprised how far that gets you.

Neil deGrasse Tyson (via fyp-science)

[thequotejournals]

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

E.E. Cummings (via wordsnquotes)

[thequotejournals]

I never wish to be easily defined.

Franz Kafka (via fy-perspectives)

[thequotejournals]

You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.

Nikita Gill, “Shooting Stars and Comets” (via wordsnquotes)

[thequotejournals]

She has the power to both possess and shatter my entire universe, that is all.

Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters (via wordsnquotes)

[thequotejournals]

I met you and unavoidably you were special. So now I love you.

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters (via wordsnquotes)

[extramadness]

[extramadness]

[moonsiren]

“Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.”

— Sylvia Plath, excerpt of “Lady Lazarus” (via rhaegartargaryen)

[major]

[eireneofathens]

“I have loved you so much that I believe I understand you a little.”

— Marcel Proust (via quotemadness)