Jeanelle.
"In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."
- Albert Camus • Ask Me Anything
Where no thief comes near, and no moth destroys.
"In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."
- Albert Camus • Ask Me Anything
Where no thief comes near, and no moth destroys.
“Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.”
— Rumi (via beauty-happens)
(Source: slychedelic, via iliachenvaar)
“He will come to manhood with his own particular soul bespeaking itself through the windows which are his eyes.”
— Kerouac, On the Road (via altullis)
