I would never be part of anything. I would never really belong anywhere, and I knew it, and all my life would be the same, trying to belong, and failing. Always something would go wrong. I am a stranger and I always will be, and after all I didn’t really care.
|- Jean Rhys, Smile Please: An Unfinished Autobiography (via sickpage)|
I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.
|- Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via mirroir)|
How wonderful it is, to be silent with someone.
|- Kurt Tucholsky (via deathiswhimsicaltoday)|