The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, its tides and its depths; it has its pearls too
— Vincent Van Gogh. (via mirroir)
Sin lies only in hurting others unnecessarily. All other “sins” are invented nonsense.
— Lazarus Long, Time Enough for Love (via mirroir)
Not just beautiful, though—the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they’re watching me.
— Haruki Murakami (via heathenwoods)
I ached all over for her; I leaned my head in her beautiful hair. Her little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved it.
— Jack Kerouac, On the Road. (via destroyingangels)
No tree, it is said, can grow to Heaven unless its roots reach down to Hell.
— Carl Jung (via fernsandmoss)
I’ve already told you: the only way to a woman’s heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure.
~Marquis DeSade.
— (via death-and-necromancy)
