Nikos Kazantzakis, From A Letter Featured In The Selected Letters Of Nikos Kazantzakis

Eat Clean

Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to David Gurewitsch featured in The Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn

— Mallory Pearson, The Heaviest Rain We Ever Had

“you will never be too much for someone who can’t get enough of you”

— Unknown

Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust

What will I do with all my wishes if I can't wish for you?

15 March, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

I wanna mute my overthinking.

There is nothing poetic in sadness. No salvation in pain.

You won't ease the suffering by running away.

It was always inside you.

The fear.

The grief.

The rage.

The sorrow.

Let it slip.

Nothing is everlasting but everything is eternal.

Maybe you fear death but

you're still about to be born.

We forgot who we actually are.

Tangled up in our daily lifes we believe everything that happens is important. That every bad thing that happened is proof that the universe is against us. But it's not.

We are it's children.

We are the same.