Unfortunately one can never quite forget about them, especially during the night."
— Franz Kafka
When she is happy, she can’t stop talking, when she is sad she doesn’t say a word."
— Ann Brashares
What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love."
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov: (via quietude13
The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, its tides and its depths; it has its pearls too"
— Vincent Van Gogh
A man is a god in ruins."
— Ralph Waldo Emerson,
“Nature,”1836 (via mythologyofblue
Lisa Kleypas, Smooth Talking Stranger