All of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was. Where do you want to start?
Human beings are remarkable - at what we can learn to live with. If we couldn’t get strong from what we lose, and what we miss, and what we want and can’t have, then we couldn’t ever get strong enough, could we? What else makes us strong?
by John Irving, The Hotel New Hampshire (via acoustic-funeral)
(via paintingparadise)
There is always one person in life who you love, one person who simply defies definition. This was what Mary meant to Walter. She would wake him up one morning and pull him out of bed with the story of an enthralling dream. And the day after, she would want to spend walking through the city, watching people lie to each other. Mary’s worries, the dip of her hands as she reached into pools of water late at night, the wear in her lace up boots. Everything about her was beautiful, but in a kind of rough beauty of her own. She was the kind of person who you would love simply by knowing that she was alive. He would feel her heart beat as she slept, and she would pull his hands closer to her. She would make him pumpkin soup and they would climb on their roof to feel the faint breeze on their backs now and again. She was the sum of all the joys and all the sorrows he would ever be. Walter loved Mary as though they were the only two people left in the world. He loved her tears, he loved that she fit so beautifully into his hands. He would love her even after death.
by Life in reverse (via atomos)
(via atomos)
