I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, frequenting the spots where they buried material treasures without which they cannot pay their way to the nether world.
— Evelyn Waugh (via seabois)
I believe that love that is true and real creates a respite from death. All cowardice comes from not loving or not loving well, which is the same thing. And when the man who is brave and true looks death squarely in the face like some rhino hunters I know or Belmonte, who is truly brave, it is because they love with sufficient passion to push death out of their minds. Until it returns as it does to all men. And then he must make really good love again…Think about it.
— Midnight in Paris (via youowemeabottleofcoldchampagne)
how lucky i am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
— winnie the pooh. (via linds-sanity)