There is a life and there is a death, and there are beauty and melancholy between.
— Albert Camus, “Notebooks 1935-1942” (via ontheedgeofdarkness)
Because fear kills everything. Your mind, your heart, your imagination.
— Cornelia Funke (via schattenherz)
Look like the innocent flower,
But be the serpent under it.
— William Shakespeare, Macbeth (via loveage-moondream)
She’s like smoke:
You think you’re seeing
her clearly enough,
but when you reach for her,
there’s nothing there.
— Ryū Murakami (via noirsyndrome)