People want to forget the impossible. It makes their world safer.
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| — | Neil Gaiman, the Graveyard Book (via oh-silly-dreams) |
+ Commonly banned books throughout History
The books that the world calls immoral are the books that show the world its own shame.
-Oscar Wilde
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
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| — | Anais Nin (via panicmajestic) |
Miracles
Lowenstein: I don’t know how you would show that miracles are impossible, but I can certainly imagine people believing that they are highly improbable.
Lennox: Oh, yes. They are. Otherwise they wouldn’t be miracles.
Life is short, so you shouldn’t waste it on someone who doesn’t understand you, refuses to try and get you, won’t put in the time for you, who is rude to you, your friends or to other people and doesn’t even call you. Don’t worry about if they read, if they don’t read, if they watch movies or if they’re into the wrong kind of music; worry about whether they care that you do. Details are important, but if the world ends this year, it’ll be more important to say you wasted the time you have left with someone who cares.
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| — | Nico Lang, You Should Date Someone Who Cares About You (via juneandafter) |
When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No… don’t blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away.
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| — | Captain Corelli’s Mandolin (via quotewhore) (via followandreblog, quotewhore) (via followandreblog) |
