I’m stuffed with literature. I don’t talk to anyone.
— Charles Baudelaire in a letter to Caroline Aupick. August 3rd, 1838 (via days-of-reading)
What’s the world for you if you can’t make it up the way you want it?
— Toni Morrison, Jazz (via vintageanchorbooks)
Why sadness was created?
So we could rest from laughing.
— Nelson M. Lubao (via observando)
I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.
— Warsan Shire (via larmoyante)
Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.
— Peter S. Beagle, “The Last Unicorn” (via eikadan)