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And this is the marvel of marvels; that he called me Beloved.
C.S. Lewis (via awelltraveledwoman)

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I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip one more hour of sleep and live. If I did not have this time to be myself, to write here, to be alone, I would somehow, inexplicably, lose a part of my integrity.
Sylvia Plath (via celloface)

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You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you.
Haruki Murakami (via letters-to-nobody)

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The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated (via larmoyante)

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Simplicity, patience, compassion.
These three are your greatest treasures.
Simple in actions and thoughts, you return to the source of being.
Patient with both friends and enemies,
you accord with the way things are.
Compassionate toward yourself,
you reconcile all beings in the world.
lao tzu (via whatalovelythought)

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Kindness should be the natural way of life, not the exception.
buddah  (via otrippy)

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All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.
Edgar Allan Poe (via speakless)

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If you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing was ever going to happen again.
C.S. Lewis (via wordsthat-speak)

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You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.
Pablo Neruda  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Fonte: larmoyante, via lapetitemandarine)


And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
Haruki Murakami (via observando)

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