Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.
—William Faulkner (via wildhorsescouldntdragmeaway)
—William Faulkner (via wildhorsescouldntdragmeaway)
Siempre hay un mañana y la vida nos da otra oportunidad para hacer las cosas bien, pero por si me equivoco y hoy es todo lo que nos queda, me gustaría decirte cuanto te quiero, que nunca te olvidaré.
—Gabriel García Márquez (via libertarias)
—Gabriel García Márquez (via libertarias)
The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts while the stupid ones are full of confidence.
—Charles Bukowski (via waitingforteaagain)
—Charles Bukowski (via waitingforteaagain)
Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. Her hair was being pulled. Or she was pulling someone’s hair. And a part of you was drawn to her, and a part of you resisted—wanting to ride off on your bicycle, kick a stone, remain uncomplicated. In the same breath you felt the strength of a man, and a self-pity that made you feel small and hurt. Part of you thought: Please don’t look at me. If you don’t, I can still turn away. And part of you thought: Look at me.
—Nicole Krauss (via the-nocturnals)
—Nicole Krauss (via the-nocturnals)
He llegado a aferrarme tanto, que hasta tu indiferencia me parece hermosa por venir de ti.
—Pablo Neruda (via zulirak-papus)
—Pablo Neruda (via zulirak-papus)
He was not a monster, to her. Probably he had some endearing trait: he whistled, off-key, in the shower, he had a yen for truffles, he called his dog Liebchen and made it sit up for little pieces of raw steak. How easy it is to invent a humanity, for anyone at all. What an available temptation.
—The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood (via thejeanicole)
—The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood (via thejeanicole)
