She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?
— Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via thatkindofwoman)
(Source: avraham-chaim, via myhuck1eberryfriend)
For those who are not frightened by the solitude, everything will have a different taste…
In solitude, they will learn that saying ‘No’ does not always show a lack of generosity and that saying ‘Yes’ is not always a virtue.
— Paulo Coelho, Manuscript Found in Accra (via bookmania)
Sometimes the best way to deal with shit… is to not hold yourself as such a precious little prize.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via bookmania)
You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation… and that is called loving. Well, then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is your aversion that hurts, nothing else.
— Hermann Hesse, Wer lieben kann, ist glücklich. Über die Lieb (via negromodelo)
…because two bodies, naked and entwined,
leap over time, they are invulnerable,
nothing can touch them, they return to the source.
There is no you, no I, no tomorrow,
no yesterday, no names, the truth of two
in a single body, a single soul,
oh total being…
— Octavio Paz, Sunstone (via observando)
Try to learn to breathe deeply, really taste food when you eat it, and when you sleep, really sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. You will be dead soon enough.
— Ernest Hemingway (via infamoussayings)
kind of intense for a Silk commercial
(Source: libulan, via theoceanicsix)