Ernest Hemingway, From His Novel Titled "A Farewell To Arms," Originally Publ. In 1929

“It’s all messy: the hair, the bed, the words, the heart. Life.”

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 

“…It’s as if my heart is surrounded by a hundred petals.”

“She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.”

— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via drearydoll)

“It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn’t think about my life at all.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via quotespile)

“Life is that which must overcome itself again and again.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche

[He] felt that the murky twilight which was gradually seeping into the room was also slowly penetrating his body, transforming his blood into fog, and that he was powerless to stop the spell that was being cast on him by the twilight.

Vladimir Nabokov, Mary, 1926

“My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.”

John Keats Love Letter To Fanny Brawne – 13 October 1819

“Everybody knows that really intimate conversation can only take place between two or three. Even if there are only six or seven present, collective language begins to dominate.”

— Simone Weil, Waiting on God

I swear to you that to think too much is a disease, a real, actual disease. - Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground

“I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds.”

— Egon Schiele (via kittencrimson)