Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play… I tell you, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.
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Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via bookmania)
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Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.
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J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (via bookmania)
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Love, by its laws, desires us to enjoy a happiness that never ends.
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from Alejo Carpentier’s novel, The Kingdom in This World (via afilmandlitlover)
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