Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.
Alexandre Dumas (via the-random-quotes)

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This cracked me upp!! ~ Death is like an old whore in a bar—I’ll buy her a drink but I won’t go upstairs with her.
To Have and Have Not by Ernest Hemingway (via deniseprichard)

Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.
C.S. Lewis (via heyimcarol)

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“And now here’s the thing. It takes a time like this for you to find out how sore your heart has been, and, moreover, all the while you thought you were going around idle, terribly hard work was taking place. Hard, hard work, excavation and digging, mining, moiling through tunnels, heaving, pushing, moving rock, working, working, working, working, panting, hauling, hoisting.”

 -Saul Bellow



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Run For Your Life - The Fray

Why am I just seeing this video now… I’m slacking. Anyway I love it! <3



I once believed that life was a gift. I thought whatever I wanted I would someday possess. Is that greed, or only youth? Is it hope or stupidity? As far as I was concerned the future was a book I would write to suit myself, chapter after chapter of good fortune.All was right with the world, and my place in it was assured, or so I thought then. I had no idea that all stories unfold like white flowers, petal by petal, each in it’s own time and season,dependent on circumstance and fate. The future is something no one can foretell.
“Green Angel”- Alice Hoffman.  (via loadedgunbooks)

Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.
William Goldman (via mirroir)

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His pride was hurt. So he acted like an ass. Every guy does that from time to time.
Catching Jordan, Miranda Kenneally (via quotesfromabookworm)

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You can disagree with another person’s opinions. You can disagree with their doctrines. You can’t disagree with their experience.
Krista Tippett (via inspiringoneatatime)


I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.
Charles Bukowski (via inrestless-dreams)