For those browsers not as impressed by architecture as they are by the beauty of books upon books upon books in narrow hallways — not to mention a place to nap. Shakespeare & Company, Paris, France
Be still, my beating heart.
mabelmoments:
Picture: Jan Vermeer/Minden/solent
❝There is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.❞
❝I am all my flaws,
mistakes, heartbreaks and failures.
Do you love me still?❞
❝There is no intensity of love or feeling that does not involve the risk of crippling hurt. It is a duty to take this risk, to love and feel without defense or reserve.❞
❝We are born thinking
that simply being in love
will change everything.❞
They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that’s true.
❝
9
I broke your heart.
Now barefoot I tread
on shards.
17
Why is the word yes so brief?
It should be
the longest,
the hardest,
so that you could not decide in an instant to say it,
so that upon reflection you could stop
in the middle of saying it.
18
—Sing me The Song of Songs.
—Don’t know the words.
—Then sing the notes.
—Don’t know the notes.
—Then simply hum.
—Forgot the tune.
—Then press my ear
to your ear
and sing what you hear.
❞
-Vera Pavlova, If There Is Something to Desire, 9, 17, 18 (via
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