“Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness — and love. Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn’t ask anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.”—
“If you take a book with you on a journey,…an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it…yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.”—Cornelia Funke, Inkheart (via shinytumbles)
“I will always remember you as you are right now to me. So sleep alone tonight with no one here just by your side, sleep alone tonight. And how does he feel, and how does kiss and how does he taste while he’s on your lips. I can’t forgive you, I know that you want me to want you I want too but I can’t forget you so when this is over don’t blow your composure baby.”—Three Cheers For Five Years - Mayday Parade (via jescar21)
I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone. It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.