I hadn’t felt a touch like that since my mother died - friendly, steadying in the midst of confusing events - and , like a stray dog hungry for affection, I felt some profound shift in allegiance, blood-deep, a sudden, humiliating, eyewatering conviction of ‘this place is good, this person is safe, I can trust him, nobody will hurt me here’.
- The Goldfinch, Donna Tartt
How can one book contain so many perfect sentences?
Alla Osipenko with John Markovsky, ca. 1970s
(Source: see-what-eye-see, via booksvscigarettes)
So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide.
—Meredith Grey (via creatingaquietmind)
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