" What Is A Person, If Not The Marks They Leave Behind? "

But sorrow is unreliable in that way. When people don’t share it there’s a good chance that it will drive them apart instead.

- Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

Everyone wants the stars. Everyone wishes to grasp that which exists out of reach. To hold the extraordinary in their hands and keep the remarkable in their pockets.

- Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea.

When I was born, the word for what I was did not exist.

- Madeline Miller, Circe

Death is a strange thing. People live their whole lives as if it does not exist, and yet it's often one of the great motivations for living. Some of us, in time, become so conscious of it that we live harder, more obstinately, with more fury. Some need its constant presence to even be aware of its antithesis. Others become so preoccupied with it that they go into the waiting room long before it has announced its arrival. We fear it, yet most of us fear more than anything that it may take someone other than ourselves. For the greatest fear of death is always that it will pass us by. And leave us there alone.

- Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

"autumn killed summer with the softest kiss"

Hey love, it will all work out, the stars will align. Don't you think that it's time to live for yourself already.

I love the creased spines of paperbacks, and I'm pretty sure the book wears those creases with pride; "I have not just been read, I have been devoured"

nothing can ever beat the combo of chai and a good book

And then all of a sudden, it feels like January again, and you're all alone in that blanket of yours, dreaming of sunsets, stardust and peace.

Memories are a curse; I want to remember you no more.