He held me so softly that I wished he wouldn’t ever let me go. I felt at home- Maya Angelon
— (via nskittleson)
It is poison—rank poison to knuckle down to care and hardships. They must come to us all, albeit in different shapes—and we may not escape them—it is not possible—but we may swindle them out of half of their puissance with a stiff upper lip.
— Mark Twain’s Letters to Will Bowen (via huckyeahmarktwain)
How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d.” — Alexander Pope
— (via thesovereignspirit)
This world’s divided into two kinds of people: the hunter and the hunted. Luckily I’m the hunter. Nothing can change that.
— Bob Rainsford, ‘The Most Dangerous Game’, 1932 (via thisnovemberist)