❝ Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.

— Mitch Albom (via carrotea)

(Source: hellanne)

nuper:

love the feeling by Jada JC on Flickr.
nuper:

Saluting Icy Days by Martin Gommel on Flickr.
❝ There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing. There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city. There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same. There is the silence of emptiness, the silence of fear, the silence of doubt. There is a certain silence that can emanate from a lifeless object as from a chair lately used, or from a piano with old dust upon its keys, or from anything that has answered to the need of a man, for pleasure or for work. This kind of silence can speak. Its voice may be melancholy, but it is not always so; for the chair may have been left by a laughing child or the last notes of the piano may have been raucous and gay. Whatever the mood or the circumstance, the essence of its quality may linger in the silence that follows. It is a soundless echo.

— Beryl Markham (via cite-belle)

aigla:

33 (by elliestommel)
aigla:

(by JoshuaQuintana)

You’re pretty

❝ Find life experiences and swallow them whole. Travel. Meet many people. Go down some dead ends and explore dark alleys. Try everything. Exhaust yourself in the glorious pursuit of life.

— Lawrence K. Fish (via emotional-algebra)

nuper:

(by redrobinland)
nuper:

2/sit by polinabrz on Flickr.
❝ What is love? There is nothing in the world, neither man nor Devil nor any thing, that I hold as suspect as love, for it penetrates the soul more than any other thing. Nothing exists that so fills and binds the heart as love does. Therefore, unless you have those weapons that subdue it, the soul plunges through love into an immense abyss.

— Umberto Eco  (via cite-belle)

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