Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
I don’t much care where.
Then it doesn’t much matter which way you go.
So long as I get somewhere.
Oh, you’re sure to do that, if only you walk long enough.

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Your veins create a map
of all the places that my love
longs to call home.

Things I Never Got To Tell You, Part 13 (via larmoyante)

(Source: venula)

I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth.
Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via larmoyante)

We must have one love, one great love in our life, since it gives us an alibi for all the moments when we are filled with despair.
Albert Camus, Notebooks (1935-1942)


If one is not enjoying one’s present, there isn’t a great deal to suggest that the future should be any better.

A Single Man


“Dear philosophers, I get sad when I think.
Is it the same with you?”

— Charles Simic, “A Letter”


You touched me
and I burned for Your embrace

Late Have I Loved You —St. Augustine

I want to start writing again. There’s only maybe one person reading this, any thoughts?

I’m afraid of
a lot of things,
but mostly,
most sincerely,
I am afraid of
being completely
unraveled by you,
and you finding nothing
you want in here.

L.M. Dorsey (via larmoyante)