Do you realise how devoted I am to you, all the same? There’s nothing I wouldn’t...– Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vita Sackville-West, 16 February 1927 (via courcel)
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting...– Jorge Luis Borges (via Swanfeather Songs)
Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing...
It’s a funny thing about coming home. Looks the same, smells the same, feels the...– F Scott Fitzgerald (via cureformylandlockedblues)
Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what...– Claire Lispector, The Hour of the Star (via itsfromabook)
Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.– Fernando Pessoa (via iwishihadanocean)
If someone wants to walk out on you, hold the door for them.– HRB