You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via imfantasyparade)

Posted on April 26, 2011 via Quote Book: with 3,244 notes

This human heart has had the fat and extra tissue was removed,leaving pure angel-hair blood vessels to make up its shape.

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Posted on April 26, 2011

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Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.

Hermann Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund (via loveyourchaos)

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A tiger mother lost her cubs from premature labour, shortly after she became depressed and her health declined. She was later diagnosed with depression. So they wrapped piglets up in tiger cloth, and gave them to the tiger. The tiger now loves these pigs and treats them like her babies.

Posted on February 9, 2011 via Show me magic and ill show you magic. with 108,285 notes

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Most times than not, I just want to give up, say “fuck it” to the ideals I hold sacred, surrender to the harden of my heart, grow bitter and lose faith in humanity, but then I remember those same ideals. That honest enabling resiliency is strength and growth. That people and lovers will break your heart. That the world will throw stones of jagged and edge at you, that you must not fortify and throw them back but rather become river: let them skip, sink, weather for a while. For those stones will grow peaceful and smooth. Be stream, lay at it your slinger’s feet, show them that everything that toughens can be soft.

This is the challenge of being “human”. Never harden.

Jorge Luis Brito (via quote-book)

Posted on February 7, 2011 via Quote Book: with 1,942 notes

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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the softly falling snow
I am the gentle showers of rain
I am the fields of ripening grain
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of beautiful birds in circled flight;
I am the soft stars that shine at night
I am the flowers that bloom
I am a quiet room
I am the birds that sing
I am in each lovely thing
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left

Mary Elizabeth Frye

I found this today and I think it is beautiful. I would like to dedicate it to all of you who have had to cope with the grief of losing somebody. I hope you remember that those who pass away never really leave us as long as they have a home in our heart and memories.

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Posted on February 7, 2011 via Bless Your Cotton Socks with 7 notes

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