That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.
Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants (via simplybookdrunk)
Sometimes we saw shadows of gods in the trees; silenced, we went on.
Galway Kinnel, “Turkeys” (via mirroir)
I shall keep my book on the table here, and read a little every morning as soon as I wake, for I know it will do me good, and help me through the day.
Louisa May Alcott (via simplybookdrunk)
As I walked, I ran my fingers along the spines of hundreds of books. I let myself be imbued with the smell, with the light that filtered through the cracks or from the glass lanterns embedded in the wooden structure, floating among mirrors and shadows.
Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel’s Game (via simplybookdrunk)