You fall in love with people’s minds.

— Anaïs Nin, Henry & June: From the Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin. Harcourt, 1986


Adrienne Rich, “Snapshots of a Daughter-in-Law.”

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“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.”
— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via quotes-shape-us)

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I am so filled with my love for her. And at the same time I feel that I am dying. Our love would be death. The embrace of imaginings.

— Anaïs Nin, Henry & June: From the Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin. Harcourt, 1986

“It is terrible to be condemned to silence when one has so much to say.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche (via pastizche)


"Life is nothing but repetition, the same thing over and over."

“You can’t measure time by days the way you measure money by dollars and cents, because dollars are all the same while every day is different and maybe every hour as well.”
— Jorge Luis Borges (via augustuszeus)

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“The way you love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.”
— Keith Miller (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
“When you look deeply into your anger, you will see that the person you call your enemy is also suffering. As soon as you see that, the capacity of accepting and having compassion for them is there.”
— Thich Nhat Hanh (via thecalminside)


I imagined I needed no one, and this is what I still imagine to this day. I needed no one, and so I had no one. But naturally we do need someone, otherwise we inevitably become what I have become: tiresome, unbearable, sick—impossible, in the profoundest sense of the word. I always believed that I…
“My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.”
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via wordsnquotes)