"Swings rather dangerously between insightful brilliance and losing the plot entirely"- University Professor, 2008.

 

Fate gives all of us three teachers, three friends, three enemies, and three great loves in our lives. But these twelve are always disguised, and we can never know which one is which until we’ve loved them, left them, or fought them.

 Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram (via collectinqwords)

I shook hands with him, his small hands vanishing in mine. Nothing ever fits the palm so perfectly, or feels so right, or inspires so much protective instinct as the hand of a child.

Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram (via wastedellia)

She loved the guy. She did it for him. She would’ve done anything for him. Some people are like that. Some loves are like that. Most loves are like that, from what I can see. Your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self-respect and your independence. After a while you start throwing people out—your friends, everyone you used to know. And it’s still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, and you know it’s going to take you down with it. I’ve seen that happen to a lot of people here. I think that’s why I’m sick of love.

echoes-of-me:

Everything
Has an expiration date
Just didn’t think
We’d reached ours yet.