Just the Right Words

The search for just the right words can seem endless. But here are a few to get you started. :)


legacies of lightness are sometimes left by people with the heaviest hearts

“She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.
She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.”

—   Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: whyallcaps.us, via teachingliteracy)

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“Directly, or indirectly, everything we write is for someone.”

—   moeyhashy (via perfect)

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“Love, darling. It’s what we were made for.”

“It’s a marvelous thing, the ocean. For some reason when two people sit together looking out at it, they stop caring whether they talk or stay silent. You never get tired of watching it. And no matter how rough the waves get, you’re never bothered by the noise the water makes by the commotion of the surface - it never seems too loud, or too wild.”

—   Banana Yoshimoto, Goodbye Tsugumi  (via surfsurfer)

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The book thief quotes.

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Writing is so weird.

Like it takes forever to get anywhere and then it’s like playing a game a child has invented: lovely, but frustratingly difficult to follow. Enjoyable while you’re in it, but then all of a sudden halted because the rules are apparently different than you had thought. But the whole time you’re trying desperately to understand and the child is trying desperately to explain.

Now and then, bits will be clear and definitive and you’ll make progress for a little while, maybe even make a few goals. But then comes a distraction or a trip-up and you’ve got to take yourself out of it again. Sometimes you’re playing along with only a vague idea of what the meaning is and just trying to capture and contribute what you can.

And you know it’s been imagined better than what you’re doing with it, but it seems always so difficult to translate the idea into fruition.


When your tea and literature are perfectly color coordinated. 



When your tea and literature are perfectly color coordinated. 

“You have listened to fears, child,” said Aslan. “Come, let me breathe on you. Forget them. Are you brave again?”

—   C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian (via cattedrali)

(Source: favoredgrace, via imsomethingoriginal)

“Grief is not as heavy as guilt, but it takes away more from you.”

—   Veronica Roth, Insurgent (via read-and-liked)

“I find it impossible to disentangle myself from those instincts, affections, passions, attachments…which bound me…from the first moment of consciousness to other people.”

—   Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Everything you love is here


Everything you love is here

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