“I felt utterly alone, like I was the last person alive on Earth. I can’t describe that feeling of total loneliness. I just wanted to disappear into thin air and not think about anything.”—Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via loveless-people)
“I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me … I’d rather [my daughters] were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’.”—J.K. Rowling (via thatkindofwoman)
“I’ve read that if an avalanche buries you and you’re lying there underneath all that snow, you can’t tell which way is up or down. You want to dig yourself out but pick the wrong way, and you dig yourself to your own demise. That was how I felt, disoriented, suspended in confusion, stripped of my compass.”—Khaled Hosseini, And The Mountains Echoed (via viage)
“April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself.”—Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via bourbon-please)
“I crave you in the most innocent form.
I crave to say good night and give you forehead kisses, and to say that I adore you when you feel at your worst.
I crave you in ways where I just want to be next to you and nothing more or less.”—(via mslory)