According to Greek mythology, humans were...
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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,...– Sylvia Plath (via katelizabeth)
I only had one night to keep you for myself but you were made for something...– William Fitzsimmons (via thefilecabinets)
True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Le Petit Prince (via dira)
She belonged to me,” he said simply. “She was, you know, all the things I...– The Pact by Jodi Picoult (via katelizabeth)
Don’t sacrifice yourself too much, because if you sacrifice too much there’s...– Karl Lagerfeld (via katelizabeth)
That awkward moment after you finish reading a...
So, please, oh please, we beg, we pray, go throw your TV set away, and in its...– Roald Dahl (via libraryland)
Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary.– Oscar Wilde (via blooddrips)
There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image...– Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov (via katelizabeth)
When you meet somebody and you just get that feeling like you’ve known them...– Paper Heart (via katelizabeth)
He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where...– Leo Tolstoy (via katelizabeth)
Above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the...– Roald Dahl (via onehundreddollars)
I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s...– Haruki Murakami (via katelizabeth)
Sometimes, I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow; there’s nothing behind my...– S. Plath (via katelizabeth)
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.– j.d. salinger (via vavin)
and in the spring I shed my skin and it blows away...
I can accept that maybe I don't mean as much to...
You teach me how cruel you’ve been - cruel and false. Why do you despise me? Why...– - Heathcliff , Wuthering heights (via cannotquit)
Why do you want to die? Why don’t you want to exist? If you don’t want to...– Jhang Moon-Jin (via katelizabeth)
Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live...– William Faulkner (via katelizabeth)