Monday, December 26, 2011
The books that the world calls immoral are the books that show the world its own shame.
Oscar Wilde (via lifeofliterature)
n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.
Kurt Vonnegut (Mother Night)
Unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s a waste of your time. There are too many mediocre things in life. Love shouldn’t be one of them.
Dream for an Insomniac (via trua)