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Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.
Fyodor Doestoevsky
The feelings were inexorably pervasive; they slyly slipped through the crevices of my thoughts as a persistent conundrum.
I’d write you ninety nine reasons as to why you should leave me and in the hundredth i’d write ‘STAY’
And what I really intended to say in the end remains unsaid.
Franz Kafka
I am well aware of the reality but it doesn’t least a bit stop me from creating the delusional world in my mind.
"I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life."
Virginia Woolf
“…but you people do not understand me, and i am afraid you never will.”
Vincent Van Gogh
"My alone feels so good. I'll only have you if you're sweeter than my solitude."
Warsan Shire
People don’t understand that we quiet ones are quiet because the conversation’s always playing out in our own heads.
The wheel of time

Ada Limón, from “Too Close”, The Hurting Kind
I either urge to over explain myself or be left misunderstood. There is no in-between.
"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."
Franz Kafka
Texting sucks, lets have deep conversations and roll on the grass instead.
This is what i like about photographs- they are proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.
Jodi Picoult






"Side by side, they were very much alike, in similarity less of lineament than of manner and bearing,
a correspondence of gesture which bounced and echoed between them so that a blink seemed to reverberate, moments later, in a twitch of the other's eyelid.
Their eyes were the same color of gray, intelligent and calm. She, I thought, was very beautiful, in an unsettling, almost medieval way which would not be apparent to the casual observer.“
~ Donna Tartt, The Secret History


Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
...at the end of the day there was nothing to be gained by reminding people that everything that had ever been written, even the greatest and most authoritative texts in the world, were about dreams, not real life, dreams conjured up by words.
— Orhan Pamuk, The Black Book