I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
Arthur Rimbaud (via observando)
No amount of physical beauty will ever be as valuable as a beautiful heart.
Saad Tasleem (via reincarnatedangel)
I have sea foam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
Jean Cocteau, from Le Testament d’Orphée (Les Éditions Cinégraphiques, 1960)
It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters in the end
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand Of Darkness (via roadlessco)