More you might like
It was like when you make a move in chess and just as you take your finger off the piece, you see the mistake you’ve made, and there’s this panic because you don’t know yet the scale of disaster you’ve left yourself open to.
Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go
(via 89rooms)
(via 89rooms)
She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.
The Living, Annie Dillard (b. 30 April 1945)
He taught me to live in fire, he threw me there,
and then abandoned me on steppes of ice.
My love, I know what you have done to me.
- My love, what was it I did to you?
Marina Tsvetaeva, from Yesterday He Still Looked In My Eyes in “Bride Of Ice: New Selected Poems” [translated by Elaine Feinstein] (via 89rooms)
Deep feelings always mean more than they are capable of saying.
Альберт Камю
(через Goodreadss )
(через Goodreadss )
Because I write them from the heart.
Because I mean what I say.
And, if my words can make you consider what I am saying, then it wasn’t wasted.
If they can make you believe what I am saying, they are not wasted.
If they can spark an emotion by just reading what I am saying, it is never a waste.
I write them from the heart.
My words.
I can’t believe this is happening all over again.
Я так устал от всего. (с помощьюкоралловый )
runwayandbeauty