#so

Man lives on earth not once, but three times: the first stage of his life is his continual sleep; the second, sleeping and waking by turns; the third, waking forever. ↗

— Gustav Fechner

#philosophy #psychology-spirituality #life

What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul ↗

— Victor Hugo

#soul #stars #love

Children see things very well sometimes - and idealists even better. ↗

— Lorraine Hansberry

#children #even #idealists #see #sometimes

Wherever you will go, I will let you down, But this lullaby goes on. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#love #lullaby #song #love

Reason lost the battle, and all I could do was surrender and accept I was in love. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#battle #love #reason #surrender #love

Even though they won't finish in the top four this season, they will still be of the contenders next season. ↗

— Alan Hansen

#finish #four #next #season #still

No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#blood #close #edges #how #love

If there's a thing I've learned in my life it's to not be afraid of the responsibility that comes with caring for other people. What we do for love: those things endure. Even if the people you do them for don't ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#life-lesson #love #life

I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl, From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl, I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl, But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl, It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child, It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a while She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand I’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#grace-brisbane #lyrics #sam-roth #song #summer

Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where they strung up a man they say murdered three. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where the dead man called out for his love to flee. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I told you to run, so we'd both be free. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree Are you, are you Coming to the tree Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#mockingjay #song #suicide #love