The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry. Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via feellng)

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I would rather be amongst forest animals and the sounds of nature, than amongst city traffic and the noise of man. A.D. Williams (via kcowyo)

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Have you ever been so melancholy, that you wanted to fit in the palm of your belovedโ€™s hand? And lie there, for fortnights, or decades, or the length of time between stars? In complete silence? Sarah Ruhl, Melancholy Play (via hellanne)

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