If people could see me the way I see myself - if they could live in my memories - would anyone love me?

John Green

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Without pain, how could we know joy?’ This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.
— John Green (The Fault in Our Stars)
I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.
— Vincent van Gogh (via spacestospaces)
By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. ‘Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.
— Virginia Woolf, Orlando (via praetendere)
The beauty of things must be that they end.
— Jack Kerouac, Tristessa  (via honeyforthehomeless)