"Her legs, her lovely live legs, were not too close together, and when my hand located what it sought, a dreamy and eerie expression, half-pleasure, half-pain, came over those childish features. She sat a little higher than I, and whenever in her solitary ecstasy she was led to kiss me, her head would bend with a sleepy, soft, drooping movement that was almost woeful, and her bare knees caught and compressed my wrist, and slackened again; and her quivering mouth, distorted by the acridity of some mysterious potion, with a sibilant intake of breath came near to my face. She would try to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; then my darling would draw away with a nervous toss of her hair, and then again come darkly near and let me feed on her open mouth, while with a generosity that was ready to offer her everything, my heart, my throat, my entrails, I have her to hold in her awkward fist the scepter of my passion."
"The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space."
"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."
"Close your eyes and imagine the best version of you possible. That’s who you really are, let go of any part of you that doesn’t believe it."
"Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again."
"In my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life."
"Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere."
"Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high."
"Love is dangerous for your tiny heart even in your dreams so please dream softly."
Mathias Malzieu, The Boy With the Cuckoo-Clock Heart (via coffeeislovely)
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In my lifetime, I will love you a thousand different ways.
When we first met, I loved you as a friend.
When we first held hands, I loved you a little more,
I loved you in little kisses and I loved you in honey and tea.
And even now, when you don’t love me and I am hollow,
when your fingers are cold and missing from my skin,
I still love you in a thousand different ways.
I love you in silence and glancing moments.
I love you when you are not there.
"With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being."
"Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go."
"I like to listen. I have learned a great deal from listening carefully. Most people never listen."
"We read five words on the first page of a really good novel and we begin to forget that we are reading printed words on a page; we begin to see images."