63 "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." -J.R.R. Tolkien

I don’t want to learn in a classroom anymore. I want to travel and talk to people and learn that way. I want to learn as I go, gathering knowledge and not being rigorously tested on it. I don’t want to lose passion in the things I like because of the worry of exams. I want to fuelled by snippets of knowledge I gain from people and be inquisitive. School has stolen my passion for the things I’m interested in and I hate it for that.

(Source: thugmissus, via aurelle)

124 "You are a fleeting diamond piercing the night air; I am not in love with the glow or the eloquence, I am irrationally in love with something more supreme: Partly with the essence of your breathing each time you take the time to write to me. Or with your lonesome and delicate breathing altogether. I sat admiring your handwriting for a good deal of twenty minutes. I began to observe the shape of each letter, each line across the paper so beautiful, serene, almost divine. Could a person not surrender to your choice of words? Even If you meant half of these things, you would still have all beating muscles of my heart at your complete disposal. This is not an exaggeration or a linguistic hyperbole. What is it with you and the night, my darling? You seem intertwined with this darkness; with all these nightly echoes of subterranean impression. And although I feel it is most inadequate to intrude - I still wish to indulge in the pleasure of sharing that particular midnight silence with you. It would perhaps take us to another star; an unborn landscape of psychological awareness." -Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf
Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away
58 "My dear,
I don’t know what to do today, help me decide. Should I cut myself open and pour my heart on these pages? Or should I sit here and do nothing, nobody’s asking anything of me afterall. Should I jump off the cliff that has my heart beating so and develop my wings on the way down? Or should I step back from the edge, and let the others deal with this thing called courage. Should I stare back at the existential abyss that haunts me so and try desperately to grab from it a sense of self? Or should I keep walking half-asleep, only half-looking at it every now and then in times in which I can’t help doing anything but? Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee?
Falsely yours." -Albert Camus
52409 "I want you and I don’t want to be a luxury. I want you to need me. I want you to not be able to concentrate because you’re thinking about me. I want you to reach for your phone because you thought of something you have to share with me. I want you to not even be able to breathe at the thought of never seeing me again, because that’s how I feel about you." -Shannon Stacey, All He Ever Needed  (via tamnasrca)

(Source: simply-quotes, via tamnasrca)