December 2010
According to Greek mythology, humans were...
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...
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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)