Love the ones who don't show love in return.

A human being with the eventual glimpse of knowlege.

“My mother used to say to me, ‘You can’t eat beauty, it doesn’t feed you.’ And these words played and bothered me, I didn’t really understand them until finally I realized that beauty was not a thing that I could acquire or consume. It was something that I just had to be. And what my mother meant by saying that you can’t eat beauty is that you can’t rely on beauty to sustain you. What actually sustains us, what is fundamentally beautiful is compassion for yourself and those around you. That kind of beauty inflames the heart and enchants the soul.”

—   Lupita Nyong’o (via voguememoirs)

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“The female doesn’t want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and say : “Here is your home country.””

—   Nizar Qabbani (via thatkindofwoman)

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“Loneliness becomes a lover, solitude a darling sin.”

—   Ian Fleming, The Spy Who Loved Me. (via saneinsane)

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 Sylvia Plath. 1932-1963
 “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I  want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the  skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades,  tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in  life. And I am horribly limited.” 

arcticdiscos:

 Sylvia Plath. 1932-1963

 “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I  want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the  skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades,  tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in  life. And I am horribly limited.” 

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“Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there any more.”

—   Robin Hobb, Fool’s Place (via fleur-deluna)

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“I hope there are days when you fall in love with being alive.”

—   Anonymous  (via fol-ly)

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“We toil after goals, most of them—indeed every single one of them—of transitory significance and, having gained one of them, we immediately set forth for the next, as if that one had never been, with this next one being essentially more of the same. Look at a busy street any day, and observe the throng going hither and thither. To what? Some office or shop, where the same things will be done today as were done yesterday, and are done now so they may be repeated tomorrow…”

—   Richard Taylor, The Meaning of Life  (via poeticsofdeath)

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