Humingyay
1 June 2012 @ 12:59 AM
"I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in F. W. I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father’s house this evening or never."
13 hours ago via awesomebookquotes (originally awesomebookquotes)
29 May 2012 @ 12:24 PM
"The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid."
— Henry Tilney, Northanger Abbey (Jane Austen)

(Source: isserleylovesbooks)

3 days ago via isserleylovesbooks (originally isserleylovesbooks)
23 May 2012 @ 11:54 PM
"Doubt that the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love."
— from Hamlet by William Shakespeare (via fyeahhopelessromantics)
1 week ago via fyeahhopelessromantics (originally fyeahhopelessromantics)
17 May 2012 @ 11:14 PM
"You know when, sometimes you meet someone so beautiful, and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later, they’re as dull as a brick? Then there’s other people, and you meet them and you think, ‘Not bad; they’re okay.’ And then you get to know them, and their face sort of becomes them, like their personality is written all over it. And they just turn into something so beautiful…Rory’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever met."
— Amy Pond, The Girl Who Waited. (via maggiezw)
2 weeks ago via maggiezw (originally maggiezw)
10 May 2012 @ 9:56 PM
"…But if you look closer, you might see someone like you. Someone trying to find their way. Someone trying to find their place. Someone trying to find their self. Sometimes it seems like you are the only one in the world who’s struggling, who’s frustrated, or unsatisfied, or barely getting by. But that feeling’s a lie. And if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find you and make it all okay. Because we all need a little help sometimes. Someone to help us hear the music in the world, to remind us that it won’t always be this way. That someone is out there. And that someone will find you."
— One Tree Hill
3 weeks ago
10 May 2012 @ 9:49 PM

letswishuponastar:

In no particular order

You ever look a picture of yourself, and see a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you. How many moments of other peoples life have we been in. Were we a part of someone’s life when their dream came true or were we there when their dream died. Did we keep trying to get in? As if we were somehow destined to be there or did the shot take us by surprise. Just think, you could be a big part of someone elses life, and not even know it.

3 weeks ago via letswishuponastar (originally letswishuponastar)