May 2013
To be alive at all is to have scars.
– John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent (via sickflower)
When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking...
– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via durianquotes)
(via idiotwax)
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening...
– Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (via visualcomplex)
She’s never where she is,” I said. “She’s only inside her head.
– White Oleander (via blue-voids)