In this love you are like a knife, with which I explore myself.– Franz Kafka, Letter to Milena Jesenská (via mistermicrocosm)
Her rage was love, and its tempestuous flame, like lighting, showed the heaven...– John Dryden - The Maiden Queen, IV, 1667 (via livefortravel)
If I could but know his heart, everything would be easy.– Jane Austin (via momlovesherkids)
FUCK YOU. and I don’t say that often.