"He knew that there was passion there, but there was no shadow of it in her eyes or on her mouth; there was a faint spray of champagne on her breath. She clung nearer desperately and once more he kissed her and was chilled by the innocence of her kiss, by the glance that at the moment of contact looked beyond him out into the darkness of the night, the darkness of the world."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night (via petrichour)
(Source: larmoyante, via dementedfae)
"If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair."
— C S Lewis (via itsquoted)
"I am clouded and bruised with the print of minds and faces and things so subtle that they have smell, colour, texture, substance but no name."
— Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
"And the rest is rust and stardust."
— Valdimir Nabokov, Lolita (via worldinaroom)
"Going back to a simpler life based on living by sufficiency rather than excess is not a step backward. Rather, returning to a simpler way allows us to regain our dignity, puts us in touch with the land, and makes us value human contact again."
— Yvon Chouinard (via soul-surfer)
"She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars."
— Neil Gaiman, Stardust (via liquidnight)
Each time you grasp me in your arms, I know
that the meeting is the last one in my lifetime
and it only repeats itself in the following nights
in their black many-houred mirrors.
—Uszula M. Benka, “The Last Meeting,” translated by Regina Grol
(Source: poetryofpoland, via apoetreflects)
"… sometimes she felt that it was necessary for her very existence that she should free herself from the past; at others, that the past had completely displaced the present, which, when one resumed life after a morning among the dead, proved to be of an utterly thin and inferior composition."
— Virginia Woolf, from Night and Day (Duckworth, 1919) (via apoetreflects)
(Source: wavingtovirginia, via apoetreflects)
"if you show
someone the sun in your bones
and they reject you
you must remember,
they hurt themselves this very same way."
— unable, nayyirah waheed (via stuckupteen)
(Source: nayyirahwaheed, via zoeyh2000)