“You’re allowed to scream, you’re allowed to cry, but do not give up.”
— Unknown (via creatingaquietmind)

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“I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via freecocaine)

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“I had no idea what I wanted, only that I wanted something, which is the worst kind of wanting.”
— David Levithan Love Is The Higher Law   (via lexophil)

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“Alone is walking along a street, just you and your city, taking things in that you often don’t take the time to appreciate when you’re busy with other people. It is allowing your senses to be your company, talking to you with a million different voices of how good this smells or how wonderful that feels. It is taking the time to soak in your surroundings, instead of just existing blindly within them.

Lonely is seeing something so beautiful that you feel your heart cannot contain it all by itself, that it is going to burst from the radiance that it is longing to express. It is wanting to turn to someone, anyone, and say “Look at that. Isn’t that wonderful?” and realizing that, as with so many other memories of late, there is just no one there to share it with.”
“…Y pensé que todo hombre encuentra alguna vez en su vida una mujer por la que no le importa dejarse domar.”
La Sonrisa de las Mujeres - Nicolas Barreau
“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.”
George Bernard Shaw
“If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me. And if they do something I don’t like, I’ll tell them.”
— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via skeletales)

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“I don’t trust people who say they have a lot of friends. It’s a sure sign that they don’t really know anyone.”
Carlos Ruiz Zafon  (via ruineshumaines)

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“Signora, between Austria and Italy, there is a section of the Alps called the Semmering. It is an impossibly steep, very high part of the mountains. They built a train track over these Alps to connect Vienna and Venice. They built these tracks even before there was a train in existence that could make the trip. They built it because they knew some day, the train would come.”
— Under The Tuscan Sun (via iamadove)
“There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.”
— Eizabeth Bennet, Pride and Prejudice (via skeletales)
“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a tellar but for want of an understanding ear.”
— Stephen King, Different Seasons. (via ruineshumaines)
“If you’re a sexist, racist, homophobe, or basically an asshole, I don’t care if you like me, I hate you.”
— Kurt Cobain

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“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.”
— Charles Bukowski