The hopeless romantic urge to look at the moon and stars, forever.
Why is it always: Can I buy you a drink, beautiful?
And never: Can I buy you a book, beautiful?
It's so true!
the agony you fall into as soon as you finish a book that has changed your life is unbearable. it's slow and wears you out from within, making you burn in solitude. everything around you is different and it's as if you ended up with the book itself.
I'd rather sit in silence with you than have thousands of conversations with other people.
"We don't even ask for happiness, just a little less pain."
Charles Bukowski
My heart ached with love when Katherine Mansfield said:
"What I feel for you cannot be conveyed in phrasal combinations; it either screams out loud or it stays painfully silent but I promise- it beats words. It beats worlds."
Lovers who write poems or verses for their soulmates are so precious and need be protected at all costs.
match my freak?? How about you match my emotional intelligence, my understanding and considerate nature ?? That'd be cool.
Franz Kafka
Deep down, inside every reader girl, is an insatiable hunger to be loved as fictional men love their girls and it increases evermore as they keep on reading.
"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."
Franz Kafka