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"Three o’clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can’t sleep, I am so happy."
- Anton Chekhov, About Love and Other Stories (via larmoyante)
"Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don’t know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It’s that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don’t know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless."
- Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky (via larmoyante)
"Mom, this might be my last chance to tell you I love you."
- A text from a high school student who was aboard the ferry that capsized today off South Korea’s southern coast. Four passengers were killed, 55 were injured and more than 280 are missing. (via latimes)

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"It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams."
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Gabriel García Márquez (RIP April 17, 2014)

(Source: scienceisbeauty, via larmoyante)

"Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those."
- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via larmoyante)
"Where exactly do you put your hands on somebody who hurts everywhere?"
- Charles D’Ambrosio, The Dead Fish Museum: Stories (via rauchwolken)

(Source: splitterherzen, via paper-trees)