Life as a daydream

❝ It's a story looking for a meaning, with way too many endings, and not enough beginnings.❞
By Anna Sophia

It was another of those big life-changing moments when you didn’t know what the next ten seconds would bring but you knew that nothing would ever be the same after.
— Sarra Manning, Unsticky (via simply-quotes)

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'Why is it,' he said, one time, at the subway entrance, ‘I feel I’ve known you so many years?’
‘Because I like you,’ she said, ‘and I don’t want anything from you.’
— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via creatingaquietmind)

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Her mind was like her room, in which lights advanced and retreated, came pirouetting and stepping delicately, spread their tails, pecked their way; and then her whole being was suffused, like the room again with a cloud of some profound knowledge, some unspoken regret, and then she was full of locked drawers, stuffed with letters, like her cabinets.
Books are a uniquely portable magic.
— Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft (via observando)

elenamorelli:

{ afternoon on lake braies }

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The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.
— John Green
halcyondelusion:

Mary Oliver, The Uses Of Sorrow

halcyondelusion:

Mary Oliver, The Uses Of Sorrow