These woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.
—C.S. Lewis (via quotes-shape-us)
What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
—T.S. Eliot (via observando)
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
—Margaret Mitchell (via observando)
She had an overwhelming desire to tell him, like the most banal of women. Don’t let me go, hold me tight, make me your plaything, your slave, be strong! But they were words she could not say.
The only thing she said when he released her from his embrace was, “You don’t know how happy I am to be with you.” That was the most her reserved nature allowed her to express.
—Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via quotes-shape-us)