thebooksoflife

[thebooksoflife]

I don't think I've hated something so much as me wanting you.

Jasmine Gibson

[thebooksoflife]

I wish I could be as subtle and beautiful. All I know how to do is scream.

Radio Silence, Alice Oseman

or say nothing at all

[thebooksoflife]

I wonder – if nobody is listening to my voice, am I making any sound at all?

Radio Silence, Alice Oseman

[thebooksoflife]

Over and over, I kept thinking I've got to go home and then, for the millionth time, I can't.

unknown

[thebooksoflife]

That pull we have, the undertow of the universe always dragging us back towards each other, it has to mean something, don’t you think?

Magnolia Parks The Long Way Home, Jessa Hastings

[thebooksoflife]

“…I had so much fire in me and so many plans...”

Claude Monet

[thebooksoflife]

It’ll pass was the only thing I could tell myself to alleviate the yearning in my gut.

Don’t Be In Love, Liana Cincotti

[thebooksoflife]

Someday, we’ll be everything I always knew we would be but someday isn’t today.

The Perfect Marriage, Jeneva Rose

[thebooksoflife]

For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream

Vincent Van Gogh

[thebooksoflife]

She might be further away, and she might not love me anymore, but she was still there.

And that made me feel closer to whole than i’d felt in years.

Nothing Like The Movies, Lynn Painter

[thebooksoflife]

We make each other alive. Does it matter if it hurts?

Ingmar Bergman

[thebooksoflife]

We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to make yourself feel nothing so as not to feel anything — what a waste

Call Me By Your Name

[thebooksoflife]

I can turn you into poetry, but I cannot make you love me

unknown

[thebooksoflife]

Is it better to speak or to die?

Call me by your name, André Aciman

[thebooksoflife]

You laughed like a metaphor I've been trying to write down for years.

Take me with you, Rudy Francisco

[thebooksoflife]

“I honed my instincts in battle,” he says. “Sometimes those instincts are still there when there is no more war.”

The Queen of Nothing, Holly Black

[thebooksoflife]

That old reflex never died; the little pang of Don’t go, just stay. Settle over me like the tide, cover me like a blanket, wrap around me like the sun.

Don’t go, don’t go, don’t go.

Alone with you in the ether, Olivie Blake