I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.
F. Scott Fitzgerald “My Lost City”
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I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
Lewis Carroll
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There are so many things we’ve been brought up to believe that it takes you an awfully long time to realize that they aren’t you.
Edward Gorey (via themaskisfalling)
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The reward for conformity was that everyone liked you except yourself. ~Rita Mae Brown, Venus Envy
Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.
Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper
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and i am the girl holding her elbows when watching the ocean. i am pulling the stitches closed and wincing against the saltwater on my scars. i am not afraid to look in my opal-reflection, but i’m not ready to face it just yet. because i am the girl building sand castles during high tide, the one running into the waves fully dressed. i am breathing in coral and starfish so that when i come apart, at least my insides will be beautiful.
Megan Madgwick (via beryl-azure)
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When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.
Jonathan Safran Foer
I hated labels anyway. People didn’t fit in slots—prostitute, housewife, saint—like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.
Janet Fitch, White Oleander
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If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it walls, and we will furnish it with soft, red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweler’s felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn’t exist, and I have tried everything that does.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
Walking with Trees on Flickr.
From my, “Inspire Me” Collection.
