And there were times when I knew how you felt and it was hell to know it.
Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via funeralfaerie)

(Source: anamorphosis-and-isolate)

Let the world know why you are here, and do it with passion.
Wayne W. Dyer (via hocuspicus)
Quem és tu, afinal, ó minha alma?
Friedrich Nietzsche, Assim Falou Zaratustra (1885)

(Source: homo-infimus)

Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via psych-facts)
Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.
Hermann Hesse (via wonderfulambiguity)
No one knows anything, really. It’s all rented, or borrowed.
Ian McEwan (via andreeadobre)


Did you ever say yes to pleasure? Then you also said yes to pain. All things are linked, entwined, in love with one another.
Fredrick Nietzsche (via hundredsofpearls)

(Source: mr-another)

quero café e chuva,
um cobertor e um dia frio
para poder acender a lareira
e ficar a pensar em ti
ou num nós
que já só existe
na melancolia dos dias chuvosos