"… and her soul is dark, I think, and she knows it."

— Zulawski on Adjani  (via karengillan)
"You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you."

— Haruki Murakami (via sirmorgan)
"I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love."

— (via wordsthat-speak)
"Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand."

— Sylvia Plath  (via withmyarmsoutstretched)
"We fall in love with one version of someone and we expect them to stay that way, but they never do."

— Olivia Wilde, Her: Love in the Modern Age (via heresay)
"If I was bound for hell let it be hell. No more false heavens. No more damned magic. You hate me and I hate you. We’ll see who hates best."

The Wide Sargasso Sea, Jean Rhys (via kassapti)
"They say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe I’m not leaving. Maybe I’m going home."

— Gattaca, 1997 (via artvevo)
"…the older I get, the more I see how women are described as having gone mad, when what they’ve actually become is knowledgeable and powerful and fucking furious."

Sophie Heawood  (via brosetta-stone)
"When god became lonely
he created man,
Or was it
When man became lonely
he created god."

— Melanie Exler strengthenizer (via strengthenizer)
"A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul."

— Goethe (via arzitekt)
"The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain."

Lord Byron  (via mercurieux)
"We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known."

Carson McCullers  (via art-and-fury)
"You are a little soul carrying around a corpse."

— Epictetus (via larmoyante)
"There is something in me, I can’t define but it hurts all the time."

— A.H.  (via wethetemporary)
"There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about."

— Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea (via lehjaa)