Let’s raise children who wont have to recover from their childhoods.
If you look for perfection, you’ll never be content.
I feel like
a part of my soul has loved you
since the beginning of everything.
Maybe we’re from the same star.
If you meet a woman of whatever complexion who sails her life with strength and grace and assurance, talk to her! And what you will find is that there has been a suffering, that at some time she has left herself for hanging dead.
The world is too brutal for me – I am glad there is such a thing as the grave – I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.
–John Keats, from a note to Fanny Brawne, in Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne
Some people smoke,
others drink, and others fall in love,
each one dies from a different way.
