It seems as if the whole world were flowing and curving — on the earth the trees, in the sky the clouds. I look up, through the trees, into the sky […] The clouds lose tufts of whiteness as the breeze dishevels them. If that blue could stay forever; if this moment could stay forever… …
Tag Archives: poetic
Enjoy it. Because it’s happening. Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via b-ookquotes)
But all the magic I have known I’ve had to make myself. Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends: The Poems and Drawings of Shel Silverstein (via b-ookquotes)
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own (via b-ookquotes)
I for one like chaos. Chaos looks good on me. Ally Carter, Uncommon Criminals (via b-ookquotes)
The wet moon hung like a red torch low over the forest. The flowery candelabra of the chestnut trees shimmered pale, the scent of the lilac was like a drug, Erich Maria Remarque, from Three Comrades (via pattiocleavis)
‘I love you,’ he whispered, and kissed my brow. ‘Thorns and all.’ Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses (via b-ookquotes)
Now, to tendu derrière imagine that there is an annoying child behind you and you just… quietly… push it….out …. of… the way. (via thingsmyballetteacherssay)
It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight Vladimir Nobokov, Lolita (via b-ookquotes)
It’s always easier to say good-bye when you know it’s just a prelude to hello. Maureen Johnson, The Last Little Blue Envelope (via b-ookquotes)