I think of how perhaps the best way to fly would be with hands full of earth, so...– Ally Condie (Matched)
I have loved stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.– Galileo Galilei
Sometimes I think I have given out my love to too many ideas and places and...– April Xiong, “Where I Write #21: On the Edge of Sky and Sea”
But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow,...– Margaret Atwood
First you hear the words and they are like all other words: ordinary,...– Ruth Stone, from “The Wound”
I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I...– Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are...– Lemony Snicket
I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.– John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
The Language of Flowers Agapanthus - Love letters Camellia (red) - You’re a flame in my heart Carnation (red) - My heart aches for you; admiration Gloxinia - Love at first sight Hibiscus - Delicate beauty Hyacinth (white) - Loveliness; I’ll pray for you Lily (white) - Virginity; purity; majesty; it’s heavenly to be with you Primrose - I can’t live without you; early youth; young love ...
I almost went to bed without remembering the four white violets I put in the button-hole of your green sweater and how I kissed you then and you kissed me shy as though I’d never been your lover. Leonard Cohen
You’re not dead, but you’re not alive either. You’re a ghost with a beating...– Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls
Rivermaya - You’ll Be Safe Here
The hand had collapse, a small wood pigeon that had gone into seclusion. I...– Anne Sexton, The Touch
frozenfirs asked: If I may ask, why did you pick your url name, and what does it mean?
Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and...– Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth
You want to ask, am I lonely? Well, of course, lonely as a woman driving across country day after day, leaving behind mile after mile little towns she might have stopped and lived and died in, lonely If I’m lonely it must be the loneliness of waking first, of breathing dawn’s first cold breath on the city of being the one awake in a house wrapped in sleep If I’m lonely it’s with the...
9 I broke your heart. Now barefoot I tread on shards. 17 ...– Vera Pavlova, If There Is Something to Desire