She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.
― Neil Gaiman (via whitesleep)
The true mark of maturity is when somebody hurts you and you try to understand their situation instead of trying to hurt them back.
― Unknown (via stay-ocean-minded)
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, ‘This is what it is to be happy.’

Sylvia Plath  (via finegoodsandfinefolks)

Cape Town