As the little prince dropped off to sleep, I took him in my arms and set out walking once more. I felt deeply moved, and stirred. It seemed to me that I was carrying a very fragile treasure. It seemed to me, even, that there was nothing more fragile on all Earth. In the moonlight I looked at his pale forehead, his closed eyes, his locks of hair that trembled in the wind, and I said to myself: “What I see here is nothing but a shell. What is most important is invisible…
The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint- Exupéry (via seabois)
I said, I prefer the ocean when it’s gray. Or not really gray. A pale, in-between color. It reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.
Lauren Oliver (via lavandula)
There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.
C.S. Lewis (via 4mbivalent)
Dancing is silent poetry.
I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.
Haruki Murakami (via littlewonder)
personally I think a painting is more like the real world, if it’s made out of the real world.
Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas, not so easy as looking at it.
Vincent Van Gogh (via katrinaestabrook)
There are better things ahead than any we leave behind.
C. S. Lewis (via girlwithoutwings)
You know you’ve read a good book
when you turn the last page
and feel a little as if you have lost a friend.
Paul Sweeney (via literaturesluts)
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