"You’re beautiful, but you’re empty. No one could die for you."
— The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint Exupéry (via lungs-)
(Source: daedalsouls, via level85trollhunter)
"Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it."
— Mitch Albom, Five People You Meet in Heaven (via bookmania)
"But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives."
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via thenocturnals)
(Source: seaofwisdom, via kristinex)
"It’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them—and they simply don’t need you. That’s all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they’ll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on—this desperate need—and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other."
— Madeleine L’Engle (via draw-yourswords)
(Source: larmoyante, via olivesocean)
"Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing."
— Hunter S. Thompson (via technicoloring)
(Source: decadentdepraved, via athousandlittlewords)
