One can’t have literary comprehension without real experience, mere grammatical knowledge of the words is useless without recognition of their values, and when you young people want to understand a country and its language you should start by seeing it at its most beautiful, in the strength of its youth, at its most passionate. You should begin by hearing the language in the mouths of the poets who create and perfect it, you must have felt poetry warm and alive in your hearts before we start anatomizing it. All phenomena, all humanity is to be recognized only in its fiery form, only in passion. For the intellect arises from the blood, thought from passion, passion from enthusiasm—enthusiasm first, then diligence—enthusiasm giving you the finest, most extreme and greatest tutorial in the world, before you turn to studying the words.
Stefan Zweig, from Confusion (via violentwavesofemotion)

"friendship is about who came and never left your side" :) te amo.. I love you.. :*

"friendship is about who came and never left your side" :) te amo.. I love you.. :*

You can forget that other people carry pieces of your own story around in their heads. I’ve always thought—put together all those random pieces form everyone who’s ever known you from your parents to the guy who once sat next to you on a bus, and you’d probably see a fuller version of your life than you even did while living it.
Deb Caletti, Stay (via observando)


all the risk in trusting you,
I pretended I didn’t see them.
the long jump I took,
I was ready to cross the bridge.
Then the moon shouted,
‘he won’t do the same, you fool’.
not giving a single care,
I’m still standing there waiting.
Now you realize,
it takes two to tango.
One won’t do.

Deciding whether or not to trust a person is like deciding whether or not to climb a tree because you might get a wonderful view from the highest branch or you might simply get covered in sap and for this reason many people choose to spend their time alone and indoors where it is harder to get a splinter.
Lemony Snicket (via thatkindofwoman)

(via thatkindofwoman)

Should I Stay

they said, be prepared for the worst.
Still I’d let myself fly.
I’ve jumped so high ,
I’ve forgotten the ground.
now my feet’s back
to the earth,
where it belongs.
Some pieces of my heart
are yet to come home.
they haven’t made the decision ,
whether to stay there in that new place ,
where I’ve barely knew.. or to leave
and get back to this familiar home.

someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. they can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. and whatever their reasons you must leave. because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. you never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. there is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. and there is the love that will be ready.
nayyirah waheed  (via thatkindofwoman)

(via thatkindofwoman)


You have no idea how much
of it you own.
Yet you throw it away as if
it were infinite.
This finite thingy is
what frightens me most.
Terrified , my loved ones
will run out of it.
Terrorised , I’d lost the chance
to phrase the word love.
and I’m petrified , one day
you’d left me stranded cold.