My random assortment of awesome pictures and words.
You couldn’t relive your life, skipping the awful parts, without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole—like the world, or the person you loved.
The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.
The pleasure of all reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.
Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.
The music in his laughter had a way of rounding off the missing notes in her soul.
Say what you will, ’tis better to be left than never to have been loved.