“All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel…. Think about it. There’s escaping from the wolves, fighting the wolves, capturing the wolves, taming the wolves. Being thrown to the wolves, or throwing others to the wolves so the wolves will eat them instead of you. Running with the wolf pack. Turning into a wolf. Best of all, turning into the head wolf. No other decent stories exist.”—Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via kateoplis)
"I think, I think when it’s all over, it just comes back and flashes, you know. It’s like a kaleidoscope of memories, it just all comes back, but he never does. I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen. It’s not really anything he said, or anything he did. It was the feeling that came along with it, and the crazy thing is, I don’t ever know if I’m gonna feel that way again. But I don’t know if I should. I knew this world moved too fast, and burned too bright. But I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you towards someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you? Maybe he knew that when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn’t losing him, it was losing me.”
“You wrote down all these things to say goodbye to, but so many of them are good things. Why not just say goodbye to the bad things? Say goodbye to all the times you felt lost. To all the times it was a ‘no’ instead of a ‘yes.’ To all the scrapes and bruises. To all the heartache. Say goodbye to everything you really want to do for the last time. The good things will always be here waiting for you.”—Lily Aldridge, HIMYM (via forthefluffofgab)
"A adrenalina do caos emociona. Mais do que isso: ensina. Estar envolvido num turbilhão de sentimentos, dúvidas e sorrisos, permite uma visão além do corpo. Lidarmos com a tempestade nos prepara para as adversidades do tempo. Enfrentar obstáculos é mais do que edificante. É recompensador."
“Talvez eu fosse retardado. Era possível. Freqüentemente me sentia inferior. Queria apenas encontrar um jeito de me afastar de todo mundo. Mas não havia lugar para ir. Suicídio? Jesus Cristo, apenas mais trabalho. Sentia que o ideal era poder dormir por uns cinco anos, mas isso eles não permitiriam.”—Charles Bukowski. (via setembriar)
“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.”—Azar Nafisi (via hay-girl-hay-lesbifriends)