"I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds."
- Jack Kerouac (via lifeof-ty)
Lie with me
"What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music. And people flock around the poet and say: ‘Sing again soon’ - that is, ‘May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful."
- Søren Kierkegaard (via kushandwizdom)
"That was one of the saddest things about people—their most important thoughts and feelings often went unspoken and barely understood."
- Alexandra Adornetto (via mofobian)
(Source: wordsthat-speak, via codylee0123)