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“we know what we are, but not what we may be.”
― William Shakespeare

“we know what we are, but not what we may be.”

― William Shakespeare

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“i think that one of these days you’re going to have to find out where you want to go. and then you’ve got to start going there.”
-jd salinger

“i think that one of these days you’re going to have to find out where you want to go. and then you’ve got to start going there.”

-jd salinger

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labonnefille:

Lou Doillon

labonnefille:

Lou Doillon

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“it could not have been ten seconds, and yet it seemed a long time that their hands were clasped together. he had time to learn every detail of her hand.” ― George Orwell, 1984

“it could not have been ten seconds, and yet it seemed a long time that their hands were clasped together. he had time to learn every detail of her hand.” 
― George Orwell1984

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salvador dali painting on gala dali

“i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. i love you simply, without problems or pride: i love you in this way because i do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no i or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when i fall asleep your eyes close.” ~pablo neruda

salvador dali painting on gala dali
“i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. i love you simply, without problems or pride: i love you in this way because i do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no i or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when i fall asleep your eyes close.” ~pablo neruda

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in fact, my soul and yours are the same,
you appear in me, i in you,
we hide in each other.

Rumi (via wethinkwedream)

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and the words are simply perfect.

and the words are simply perfect.

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…i saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and i could do anything I wanted.

Jac Kerouac, The Dharma Bums  (via wethinkwedream)

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“the thing with feathers that perches in the soul—and sings the tunes without the words—and never stops at all.” —emily dickinson

“the thing with feathers that perches in the soul—and sings the tunes without the words—and never stops at all.” 
—emily dickinson

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