"Yes, dearest Vita: I do miss you; I think of you: I have a million things, not so much to say, as to sink into you."
Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vita Sackville-West (via wavingtovirginia)

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"I miss you, you know, I miss your lips, your hands, your whole warm and strong body, and your face and your smiles, your voice. I miss you. But I like missing you so hard because it makes me feel strongly that you are not a dream, you are real, you are living, and I’ll meet you again."
Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Nelson Algren (via violentwavesofemotion)

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"In autumn I delight in the complicity between vision and expression."
Mahmoud Darwish, "I Love Autumn and the Shade of Meanings" from The Almond Blossom and Beyond (via vitrina)

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"But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely."
Albert Camus (via seyttan)

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"There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable."
C.S. Lewis  (via talkingtokafka)

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"Don’t try to behave as though you were essentially sane and naturally good. We’re all demented sinners in the same cosmic boat - and the boat is perpetually sinking."
Island by Aldous Huxley.   (via thymoss)

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"Are we not all alike, constantly talking and to no one, forever up against the same questions although we know the answers in advance?"
Albert Camus, The Fall (via whyallcaps)

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"Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn."
Romeo (Romeo and Juliet, Act I scene iv)

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