"She often could not articulate her thoughts; they seemed like objects glimpsed peripherally, skittish and ungraspable, splinters and fragments that would not add up to much if bundled together; they refused to stand still for examination. For this reason, she was largely silent."
Young writers should read books past bedtime and write things down in notebooks when they are supposed to be doing something else. —Lemony Snicket (via a-thousand-words)
Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him. —F. Scott Fitzgerald, A New Leaf (via bourbonandpearls)
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
Europe. Landscape & Architecture by sonyaalabina