"As their hands touched, the link was forged between them once more. They were friends, yet enemies; each cheated the other, each needed the other, each feared the other, each felt this and knew this every time they touched hands thus in the little back room with the white light outside, and the tree with its six leaves, and the sound of the street in the distance…"
— Virginia Woolf,The Duchess And The Jeweller. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
"We help people when big things happen to them, when you see them getting hit by a car, when a brother or a sister or a father or a mother dies, we’re there for them because we can see that death kills more than the person it takes. And yet, the people around us who die a little all the time, moment by moment, who require the least help, the smallest sacrifice, are the ones we ignore completely."
"Here’s what I know about the realm of possibility – it is always expanding, it is never what you think it is. Everything around us was once deemed impossible. From the airplane overhead to the phones in our pockets to the choir girl putting her arm around the metalhead. As hard as it is for us to see sometimes, we all exist within the realm of possibility. Most of the limits are of our own world’s devising. And yet, every day we each do so many things that were once impossible to us."
— David Levithan (via troubled)
"It’s the tragedy of loving, you can’t love anything more than something you miss."
— Johnathan Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via quotewhore)
"Words returned to him — to live differently — differently. He paused. This is what needs courage, he said to himself; to speak the truth."
— Virginia Woolf,The Years. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)