You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting
— Peter Pan (via bbb0nes)
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.
— Gilda Radner (via kari-shma)
I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then, but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.
— Charles Bukowski (via intensifyit)
I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone. It gives me time to think and set my mind free. I like eating alone and listening to music alone. But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.
— (via cherrry-blossom)
Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.
— Thomas A. Edison. (via quote-book)
Your words are like knives, they peel my skin and pierce my soul. Your body will burn tonight, though your heart may still remain cold. And I will blame myself for holding on to what I hoped would keep you by my side. The sheets are stained with memories of your soft kiss. Now this is all I have , paper and pen to remember you with. I will blame myself for holding on to what I hoped would keep you by my side. I will blame myself.
— City and Colour, Like Knives (via venula)