I hope you’re living a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
( F. Scott Fitzgerald (via mynameisari) )
Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have 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 promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.
( Louis de Bernieres (via fishesandloaves) )
At the temple there is a poem called ‘Loss’ carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.
( Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha (via lotus1461) )
I’ve been listening to my gut since I was 14 years old, and frankly speaking, I’ve come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains.
( Nick Hornby, High Fidelity (via lotus1461) )