"Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you."

— Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story

(Source: thatquote, via blue-voids)

"Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies."

— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

"I fell in love with you the first time I saw you,” she said quietly. He pretended not to have heard, as if the compliment were purely formal."

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night

"You teach me now how cruel you’ve been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they’ll blight you - they’ll damn you. You loved me - what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine."

— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

"He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine."

— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

"She smiled at him, making sure that the smile gathered up everything inside her and directed it toward him, making him a profound promise of herself for so little, for the beat of a response, the assurance of a complimentary vibration in him."

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night

"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever."

— Alfred Tennyson

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."

— Pablo Neruda

"

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

"

— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

"For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk."

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby