I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
Agatha Christie (via dicennio)
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
…I’ve had a bad week.
‘What’s happened?’
Nothing’s happened. I’ve had a bad week in my head, is all.
Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own.
Charles Dickens (via landscape-photo-graphy)
My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
We are what we love to read, and when we admit to loving a book, we admit that the book represents some aspect of ourselves truly, whether it is that we are suckers for romance or pining for adventure or secretly fascinated by crime.