"The sea before me is smooth and beautiful - like your face sometimes when my heart is at rest. Do you remember the last 14th of July? This one will be lonely: I think of Paris. We hate it sometimes, but it’s the city of our love. When I walk again through its streets on its quays, with you beside me, it will be the healing of a long illness - cruel as absence. But until then, I remain turned towards you, with as much anxiety as joy, in love as they say. But the love I have for you is full of cries. It is my life and outside of it I am just a dead soul."
-Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, July 14, 1949 .
Remember that work does not kill no matter how hard and harsh it isbbut emptiness kills even the noblest thing in a person
Читать полностью…Man is always a victim of his own truths for when he acknowledges them he cannot free himself from them
Читать полностью…I am very liar
I'm not fine at this point
I don't sleep well
I think a lot
And my silence is stunned
My heartbeat really hurts
I'm in so much pain, but silently
And if I asked about my condition I said I'm fine
They made me someone who feels like he always has to go even in his most beautiful moments
Читать полностью…When the child grows up without love and attention as soon as you ask him about his condition he thinks that you love him
Читать полностью…My heart is the same from the beginning It's full of scars now it's changing more and more
Читать полностью…"Create art out of heartbreaks; it’s the fastest way to heal. Make enough to build a small museum of your beautiful tragedies, and show the world how unbreakable you are."
—Brooke Shaden (via lazypacific)
The one whose family has bitten off a part of his heart will always be hungry for love
Читать полностью…Some people live in this existence not as independent personalities but as stains and smudges on the personalities of others
Читать полностью…There are two voices we hear inside: The first says: This is what I want to do
The other says: This is what I have to do.. The first is the voice of freedom and the other is the voice of fear
I spent my life building my ship and when I finished the sea dried up and when I broke it it rained
Читать полностью…he candle realised from the beginning that what it embraces hurts it but it preferred death illuminated over life extinguished
Читать полностью…Happy birthday to the most beautiful girl on our planet I wish her happy days I can't describe how much I love her
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