Iβm forever questioning someoneβs intentions.
βEveryone thinks Iβm showing off when I talk, ridiculous when Iβm silent, insolent when I answer, cunning when I have a good idea, lazy when Iβm tired, selfish when I eat one bite more than I shouldβ¦β
β Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl
One day I wonβt be able to remember the tempting colour of your eyes, or even the way you used to laugh. I look forward to that day.
8:43pm (via narcotic)
βTo love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.β
β C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves