“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.”
— Neil Gaiman (via nightlyquotes)
“One of the gifts of being a writer is that it gives you an excuse to do things, to go places and explore. Another is that writing motivates you to look closely at life, at life as it lurches by and tramps around.”
— Anne Lamott
“It’s hard when you miss people. But, you know, if you miss them it means you were lucky. It means you had someone special in your life, someone worth missing.”
— Nathan Scott
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
“There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self- centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.”
— Haruki Murakami, The Elephant Vanishes
“He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster.. and when you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
“Every person I’ve ever loved has some how become toxic to me. A living, breathing reminder of why I was always better off alone. I love too hard, too quickly and then sometimes I don’t love enough. I guess I’m just bad at love.”
— Kristie Betts
“Sitting silently with a friend who is hurting may be the best gift we can give.”
— Unknown
“Tell me what you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night.”
— Unknown
the little things we do in love are so underrated. simply catching a bus just to see someone, playing with hair more often, bringing flowers, giving handwritten letters, smelling their aura, kissing forehead when they don’t love themselves. no luxury can ever compensate the beauty these things hold.
— vishakha//@penthethoughts