We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, 2004 (via larmoyante)
I’m not the person you left behind anymore. There’s no one here to miss.
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via larmoyante)
Falling in love with yourself first doesn’t make you vain or selfish, it makes you indestructible.
Things I’ll teach my children (via aworldofexperiences)
At last she looked up at him. Her eyes were full of tears, and her look unbearably naked. Such looks we have all once or twice in our lives received and shared; they are those in which worlds melt, pasts dissolve, moments when we know, in the resolution of profoundest need, that the rock of ages can never be anything else but love, here, now, in these two hands’ joining, in this blind silence in which one head comes to rest beneath the other.
John Fowles, The French Lieutenant’s Woman (via thatkindofwoman)
You’ve got an awfully kissable mouth.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Bernice Bobs Her Hair (via thatkindofwoman)
Glaciers move in tides.
So do mountains.
So do all things.
John Muir, Letters from Alaska (via awelltraveledwoman)
Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things.
Arthur Schopenhauer, Parerga and Paralipomena (via awelltraveledwoman)
If you are humble nothing will touch you, neither praise nor disgrace, because you know what you are.
the best place to be.(via awelltraveledwoman)