Life is but a dream

| I can do all things through Him who strengthens me. Philippians 4:13 |

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Love never fails you. People fail you. But see, sometimes in the midst of our hurt, we give up on love thinking “what’s the point? It’s going to disappoint me, anyway.” People disappoint. People leave. People hurt. But love, love heals. Even when it’s hard, and difficult, and inconvenient, love tries. Love saves. Love surrenders, even when people do not.

Keen Malasarte, on Love & People.

[thequotejournals]

Long after you’ve forgotten someone’s voice, you can still remember the sound of their happiness or their sadness. You can feel it in your body.

Anne Michaels, The Winter Vault (via wordsnquotes)

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She loathed the loneliness, and because she loathed it she plunged even deeper into it.

Simone de Beauvoir, from the preface of “La bâtarde,” written by Violette Leduc (via violentwavesofemotion)

[thelovejournals]

Because I love you more than I can say, If I could tell you I would let you know.

W.H. Auden, “If I Could Tell You” (via thelovejournals)

[theclassicsreader]

I waited, as if the sea could make my decision for me.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via mylinae)

[hereunoia]

She is going to walk through that door; a mess of smiles and rain-kissed hair, and you’re going to want her. Want her name in your mouth, her hands on your heart. But you will have to wait. She’s not the person you are meant to love yet.  

She’s got to fumble on her own first, show others the pink in her mouth and spring in her heart. She’s going to take sadness to bed and call it intimate. Call it loving.

She’s going to hurt.

And yet she’s going to make herself smile so you can smile together.  

No matter how angry the storm, the waves always hug the shore. Eventually people return home. Scraped knees and purple under her eyes; she’s going to come back. She’ll smile something like heartbreak, say, look at you, look at you, I’ve been growing my heart for yours.       “Saving us for when we’re better,” Alaska Gold. From the book, Growing Light.

[wnq-writers]

I love people who are so compassionate and humane, who spread kind words everywhere they go and help anyone in need, even when they’re torn apart, and even when everything around them is breaking them down. No matter how they feel, they still choose to be so soft and delicate, they would always treat everyone so kindly, and they’d be so thankful to people for the smallest effort. They’d appreciate the smallest things, notice and care about the smallest details. Their hearts would melt by the fewest words, and they’d easily get emotional. I can’t stress enough on how it delights me and lifts my heart so high every time I meet someone so loving and understanding, it wipes away from my mind all the cruelty and inhumanity that I’ve seen before, and it reminds me that after all, there is still good in this world.

Lina El-Raffie (via wnq-writers)

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[writingdotcoffee]

Good dialog doesn’t resemble conversation – it presents the illusion of conversation, subservient to the demands of characterisation and structure.

John Yorke (Into the Woods)

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