Moments, all gathering towards this one: “We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our...
“We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are…
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.
Delicious Ambiguity.
— 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)
