A certain darkness is needed to see the stars.
— Osho (via trippingfawn)
Be polite, be professional, but have a plan to kill everybody you meet.
— General James N. Mattis (via avina)
In this world
love has no color
yet how deeply
my body
is stained by yours.
— Izumi Shikibu (via auroses)
The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.
— Charles Bukowski, Ham On Rye (via marzemino)
The person with whom we are in love is to be recognised only by the intensity of the pain that we suffer.
— Marcel Proust, À l’ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs, trans. Moncrieff and Kilmartin (via proustitute)
I envy paranoids; they actually feel people are paying attention to them.
— Susan Sontag (via memphisfoto)
Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy; you can’t build on it; it’s only for wallowing in.
— Katherine Mansfield (via hip-)
Only trust someone who can see these three things in you: The sorrow behind your smile, the love behind your anger, and the reason behind your silence.
— (via daphneemarie)
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
— Rabindranath Tagore (via zenhumanism)
I have loved to the point of madness; that which is called madness, that which to me, is the only sensible way to love.
— Francois Saigon (via shesinacoma)
Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spent the rest of the day putting the pieces together.
— Ray Bradbury (via showslow)
