>>I like when you learn a secret about somebody and then you look at the things they say and do in the light of that secret and you understand them a little more and why they are the way they are
>>“When I touch her, my fingers don’t question what she is. My body knows who she is. The strange thing about strangers is that they are unknown and known. There is a pattern to her, a shape I understand, a private geometry that numbers mine. She is a maze where I got lost years ago, and now find the way out. She is the missing map. She is the place that I am. She is a stranger. She is the strange that I am beginning to love.”
—The Stone Gods, Jeanette Winterson
- First day of school: 30 pencils, 64 crayons, 20 pens, 12 rulers, 10 notebooks.
- End of school year: 1 pencil you found in the hallway.
They simply never understand,
do they,
that sometimes solitude is
one of the most beautiful things
on earth?
Charles Bukowski (via dwales)
do they,
that sometimes solitude is
one of the most beautiful things
on earth?
Charles Bukowski (via dwales)
Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself.
Carl Gustav Jung (via dwales)
Carl Gustav Jung (via dwales)
Our words are caught in our throats and our fingers are caught in each other, and between the ticks of infinite clocks there is a hush, like moonlight or moths’ wings or dawn.
Madison Maheni (via dwales)
Madison Maheni (via dwales)
