Eye of the soul

Summer, but a bit rainy and cool. A year and a half has past. I'm comming back.

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I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

Virginia Woolf 

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There’s a time and place for everything, and I believe it’s called ‘fan fiction’.

Joss Whedon (via excessivebookshelf)

Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.

 Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind (via excessivebookshelf)

Everything you can imagine is real.

Pablo Picasso (via girlwithoutwings)

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shelves-of-smithereens:

teachersintiaras:

Yes, yes, yes!

*praying*

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Sometimes we expect more from others, because we would be willing to do that much for them.

Marilyn Monroe.  (via little-li0n-w0man)

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Books are love letters (or apologies) passed between us, adding a layer of conversation beyond our spoken words.

Donalyn Miller, The Book Whisperer (via excessivebookshelf)

Books act like a developing fluid on film. That is, they bring into consciousness what you didn’t know you knew.

Clifton Fadiman, The New Lifetime Reading Plan (via excessivebookshelf)

For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die.

Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life (via excessivebookshelf)

We’re all strangers connected by what we reveal, what we share, what we take away—our stories. I guess that’s what I love about books—they are thin strands of humanity that tether us to one another for a small bit of time, that make us feel less alone or even more comfortable with our aloneness, if need be.

Libba Bray (via excessivebookshelf)

You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anybody.

Maya Angelou (via girlinlondon)

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Come to the book as you would come to an unexplored land. Come without a map. Explore it and draw your own map.

Stephen King, Hearts in Atlantis (via excessivebookshelf)

All good and true book-lovers practice the pleasing and improving avocation of reading in bed … No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.

Eugene Field, The Love Affairs of a Bibliomaniac (via excessivebookshelf)