February 2012
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No, we weren’t lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even...
– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood. (via huyendodelpasado)
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I am like a winged creature who is too rarely allowed to use its wings....
– Anaïs Nin, Aphrodisiac (via vashti)
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So, through me, freedom and the sea
will make their answer to the shuttered...
– Pablo Neruda, from “Poet’s Obligation”, translated by A. Reid (via the-final-sentence)
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And she loved a little boy very, very much—even more than she loved herself.
– Shel Silverstein, The Giving Tree (via frivolousandreckless)
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I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and...
– Vladimir Nabokov (via frivolousandreckless)
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So I’m not interested in what you have to tell me. I am only interested in the...
– I Wrote This For You (via inalandcalledphoenix)
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I think books are like people, in the sense that they’ll turn up in your life...
– Emma Thompson (via theprobablestars)
…regardless of any circumstance there is love and hope and friendship in the...
– Anna, via this post (via lajoiedevivre)
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You can never be overdressed or overeducated.
– Oscar Wilde (via worn-in-perfection)
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Each night, somewhere out there, people go to bed, petrified that I might be...
– The Grinning Fool | I Wrote This For You
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