If I were hanged on the highest hill,

O mother of mine, O mother of mine!

I know whose love would follow me still…

"If you can speak what you will never hear, if you can write what you will never read, you have done rare things."

— Henry David Thoreau (via reluctantbuddha)

"There is peace and rest and comfort in sorrow."

— Soren Kierkegaard

(Source: reluctantbuddha)

"My mother said to me, “If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope.” Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso."

— Pablo Picasso

(Source: swanandpistol, via myluna)

"Old lovers go the way of old photographs, bleaching out gradually as in a slow bath of acid: first the moles and pimples, then the shadings. Then the faces themselves, until nothing remains but the general outlines."

— Margaret Atwood  (via kari-shma)

You can never know if a person forgives you when you wrong them. Therefore it is existentially important to you. It is a question you are intensely concerned with. Neither can you know whether a person loves you. It’s something you just have to believe or hope. But these things are more important to you than the fact that the sum of the angles in a triangle is 180 degrees. You don’t think about the law of cause and effect or about modes of perception when you are in the middle of your first kiss.