I suddenly dreamt that I picked up the revolver and aimed it straight at my heart—my heart, and not my head; and I had determined beforehand to fire at my head, at my right temple. After aiming at my chest I waited a second or two, and suddenly my candle, my table, and the wall in front of me…
“A relationship ends because you’ve outgrown it. It can begin again because you, as two, can fill the new shape. I thought he was going to be in my life forever. Then I thought i was wrong. Now he’s back. But this time I know what’s certain: he will be gone again, and back again and again and again because nothing is permanent. Especially people. Strangers become friends. Friends become lovers. Lovers become strangers. Strangers become friends once more, and over and over.”—(via iamnocturnal)
Stephen Fry:A few weeks after announcing their discovery to the American Astronomical Society, they had to admit that they'd actually made a mistake in their calculations, and the universe was, in fact, more a sort-of taupe or beige-ish colour. I thought it was Gay Whisper with a touch of Amber Glow, erm, which are my favourite, er... This is... My pancake colour is called Gay Whisper. Did you know that? It actually is. Literally true. Gay Whisper.
Alan Davies:"Ga—" Is "Gay Whispers" like "Chinese Whispers"?
“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.”—Sylvia Plath (via little-fighter) (via quote-book) (via anniesheart) (via plastickers) (via wearebasiclight)
“You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.”—Hugh of Harrowfield, Sevenwaters (Juliet Marrillier) (via faely) (via wearebasiclight)
“He wanted to talk about the sea - he might have said something like this: “It was the sea that made me begin thinking secretly about love more than anything else; you know, a love worth dying for, or a love that consumes you. To a man locked up in a steel ship all the time, the sea is too much like a woman. Things like her lulls and storms, or her caprice, or the beauty of her breast reflecting the setting sun, are all obvious. More than that, you’re in a ship that mounts the sea and rides her and yet is constantly denied her. It’s the old saw about miles and miles of lovely water and you can’t quench your thirst. Nature surrounds a sailor with all these elements so like a woman and yet he is kept as far as a man can be from her warm, living body. That’s where the problem begins, right there - I’m sure of it.”—yukio mishima, “the sailor who fell from grace with the sea” (via peachdrug) (via sisterpearl) (via quote-book) (via colorfieldsandwagonwheels)
“You have to talk to people in order to love them and have loving relationships with them. You have to talk to them. You have to treat them as people and not just as sets of ideas or things that make you nervous.”—
“That feeling that you don’t learn unless you get hurt and trouble others, we all get that. But there’s another feeling you get once you’ve fallen as low as you can. A moment of true clarity. When you reach that point, it changes everything. All this time you’ve tried to keep away the beautiful things in life but suddenly you feel confused. You begin to love the beautiful things. For there to be pain, there has to be kindness. For darkness to stand out, there has to be sun. You can’t have one without the other. And both have their uses. So even if you stumble and make mistakes, that’s not useless. Think of it like fertiliser. Sure it feels like crap, but it helps you grow! That’s my philosophy.”—Kyoko Honda. (via jeezits)
“There comes a point in your life when you realize that nothing will ever be the same, and you realize that from now on time will be divided into two parts — before this and after this.”—(via poeticheartache) (via wordsofawallflower)