words, words, words
"Just because we don’t understand doesn’t mean that the explanation doesn’t exist."
Madeleine L’Engle (via myquotelibrary)

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"If an optimist had his left arm chewed off by an alligator, he might say in a pleasant and hopeful voice, “Well this isn’t to bad, I don’t have a left arm anymore but at least nobody will ever ask me if I’m left-handed or right-handed” but most of us would say something more along the lines of “Aaaaaa! My arm! My arm!”"
Lemony Snicket (via vitraux)


It was early.  The day was foggy.  The day was actually completely clear.  Hot, a little too hot.  Her legs stuck to the leather seat in the car.  It was hot.  She needed to get rid of the fog.  Coffee.  A muffin.  While the espresso poured into the tiny glasses on the other side of the counter she couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to be with him, right then.  She couldn’t help but think of the last time they got close.  It was passionate in a primitive sort of way.  It would slow, it would speed, it would feel good, it would hurt.  The drip, drip, drip of the last few sips of esspresso splashed into the frothy hot liquid in the small cups.  It over flowed a little, and slowly slid over the side of the glass.  The body of the shot moving from top to bottom, the caffine folding into itself, while the milk frothed.  It would be thick, it would be hot, it would be perfect.  ”Two-seventy-five.” The drips, making her legs shake.  ”Ma’am?” The fog was gone. She paid, legs met leather, and she drove.  The espresso burned her tongue. 

"Somewhere, far down, there was an itch in his heart, but he made it a point not to scratch it. He was afraid of what might come leaking out."
Markus Zusak (via vitraux)
"People give flowers as present because flowers contain the true meaning of love. Anyone who tries to possess a flower will have to watch its beauty fading. But if you simply look at a flower in the field, you’ll keep it forever. That is what the forest taught me. That you will never be mine, and that is why I will never lose you."
Paulo Coelho (via rosettes)

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A man goes out on the beach and sees that it is covered with starfish that have washed up in the tide. A little boy is walking along, picking them up and throwing them back into the water. “What are you doing, son?” the man asks. “You see how many starfish there are? You’ll never make a difference.” The boy paused thoughtfully, and picked up another starfish and threw it into the ocean. “It sure made a difference to that one,” he said.

"Dare to live the life you have dreamed for yourself. Go forward and make your dreams come true."
Ralph Waldo Emerson (via danseurs)
"Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn, that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness, that season which has drawn from every poet, worth of being read, some attempt at description, or some lines of feelings."
Jane Austen (via thechocolatebrigade)

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