Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
— Nathaniel Hawthorne (via larmoyante)
Kissing is like drinking salted water. You drink, and your thirst increases.
— Chinese Proverb (via petrichour)
“Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand. For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.”
— William Butler Yeats
My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.
— Dejan Stojanovic (via petrichour)
Inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.
— Anthony Marra, A Constellation Of Vital Phenomena (via afternovels)
We waste so many days waiting for weekend. So many nights wanting morning. Our lust for future comfort is the biggest thief of life.
— (via learntolovebetter)
When perfectionism is driving us, shame is always riding shotgun and fear is the backseat driver.
— Brené Brown (via larmoyante)
Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.
— (via kathyren)
There is nothing stranger or more precarious than the relationship between people who know each other only by sight, who meet and watch each other every day, even every hour, yet are compelled by convention or their own whim to maintain the appearance of indifference and unfamiliarity, to avoid any word or greeting. There arises between them a certain restlessness and frustrated curiosity, the hysteria of an unsatisfied, unnaturally suppressed urge for acquaintanceship and mutual exchange, and in point of fact also a kind of tense respect. For people tend to love and honor other people so long as they are not in a position to pass judgment on them; and longing is the result of insufficient knowledge.
— Thomas Mann, Death in Venice (via theagonistes)
