“The past is never where you think you left it.”

“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.”

Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?"

urely I’ll never understand you,
And you’re too far to hold your hand,
So the sky is rolled within vines of sadness. 

“The past beats inside me like a second heart.”

“ You see things; and you say, ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say, “Why not? ”

“There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.”

There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.

“I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.”

Then I thought, boy, isn’t that just typical? You wait and wait and wait for something, and then when it happens, you feel sad.

You have to know what you stand for, not just what you stand against.

The truth is painful. Deep down, nobody wants to hear it, especially when it hits close to home. Sometimes we tell the truth because the truth is all we have to give. Sometimes we tell the truth because we need to say it out loud to hear it for ourselves. Sometimes we tell the truth because we just can’t help ourselves. And sometimes we tell them because we owe them at least that much.”

“There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.”

“Sometimes I touch the things you used to touch, looking for echoes of your fingers.”

"I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full." written by Sylvia Plath (via apatus)

“Nothing ever happens the way you imagine it will. But then again, if you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all.”

The greatest lie ever told about love is that it sets you free.

…asking someone to say they love you—and she always asked—is like buying yourself a birthday present. It’s more than likely exactly what you want. But it must make you feel awfully sad to get it.

Forgiveness in no way requires that you trust the one you forgive.

I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.

She had known for a long time that you had to pay for everything in life, and usually more than it was worth.

Don’t you think it’s better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?

Your dreams, what you hope for and all that, it’s not separate from your life. It grows right up out of it.

Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.

A sane person to an insane society must appear insane.

If it’s true your life flashes past your eyes before you die, then it is also the truth that your life rushes forth when you are ready to start to truly be alive.

the silence after you speak...where breath ends, air starts

She had everything she wanted, but she still felt, at times, that there were other things she might want if she knew about them.

You can’t stop time. You can’t capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.

I think I love him, but I also think that you can love people who aren’t good for you.

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn’t part of ourselves doesn’t disturb us.

If we were all on trial for our thoughts, we would all be hanged.

Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears.

If you’re looking for sympathy you’ll find it between shit and syphilis in the dictionary.

Biology gives you a brain. Life turns it into a mind.

A thing may happen and be a total lie; another thing may not happen and be truer than the truth.

Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?

Here is the riddle of love: Everything it gives to you, it takes away.

The most important thing about a person is always the thing you don’t know.

You’ve got to work with your mistakes until they look intended.