Love hinders death. Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.

Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace

— Trista Mateer ,“I Still Forget We’re Not Even Friends”

- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

{Quotes marguaxpoetry on Instagram / Sarah Kay}

one thing i need to start living by is “become the thing that you want” if i want friends who throw themed parties maybe i should start throwing those parties. if i want someone who writes me love letters maybe i should start writing letters for the people i love. if i want to hang out at museums and pretty cafes maybe i should invite my friends to these places. and maybe even then i won’t find the kind of people i want to be around. but then i would have become the exact person i want to be around. and maybe that’s good enough.

"I may think of you softly from time to time. But I’ll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again."

//Arthur Miller, The Crucible: A Play in Four Acts

-Rumi

Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice

The more he knew, the more he desired to know. He had mad hungers that grew more ravenous as he fed them.

- The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde

– Audrey Hepburn

"A Shirt Made of Fire", Vardges Petrosyan (translated by metamorphesque)

— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, “To the Desert” from Dark and Perfect (El Paso: Cinco Puntos Press, 1995) (via lunamonchtuna)