"We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright."
— Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via larmoyante)
"How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?"
— Virginia Woolf, from Selected Essays (via violentwavesofemotion)
"It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible."
— Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing (via larmoyante)
"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul."
— Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII (via hercautionarytales)