‘That’s the thing about pain,’ Augustus said, and then glanced back at me. ‘It demands to be felt.’

The Fault in Our Stars by John Green (via fickleheartwoozyeyes)

And so we all matter—maybe less than a lot, but always more than none.

John Green, An Abundance of Katherines (via holy-name)

When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.

John Lennon (via theballadofjohnandcynthia)

(Source: johnlemon-pie)

What was called teasing as kids might now be called perversion. Do you know what perversion is? It’s a matter of taste, like Chinese food. You like it, or you don’t.

Julien Janvier- Jeux D’enfants (LoveMe if You Dare)

I hated every minute of training, but I said, ‘Don’t quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion’.

Muhammad Ali (via quote-book)

The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath (via evenifweonlyhum)

I like people too much or not at all.

Sylvia Plath  (via quintessenceofacliche)

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.

Sylvia Plath (via pax-caelestis)

I don’t want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted just like that, and it didn’t mean anything? What then?

Coraline, Neil Gaiman (via annyonne)

Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it.

Buddha (via light-essence)

Authors were shy, unsociable creatures, atoning for their lack of social aptitude by inventing their own companions and conversations.

Mrs McGinty’s Dead, Hercule Poirot (via huggingbooks)

When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn’t make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. “It’s all right” we whisper, “I’m here, I love you.” and we lie: “I’ll never leave you.” For just a moment or two the darkness doesn’t seem so bad.

Neil Gaiman (via atomos)

There is no mystery, at least not the kind you want. In real life there are no fogbound moors or clues on matchbooks or fifth columnists waiting to be unmasked. it would be nice if there were, because then there would be solutions to things in life, but it doesn’t always work that way. Everyone likes a good detective story. I went through my Hammett phase in college. I think the attraction is, in life our mysteries aren’t exciting. You know? They’re just intractable and depressing and enervating. Like, why do we always hurt the ones we love. Where does the money go? Why can’t the Russians find a way to govern themselves and let the rest of us off of this perpetual, gnawing anxiety…in a detective story, at least the universe makes sense. It was him. He did it. The natural order is disturbed, but the beauty of it is that it’s restored again.

Joel to Maggie