Things were happening around us, but nothing was happening between us.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via d-ivinitus
I can’t think of anything but nights with you. I want them warm and silvery, when we can be together all our lives.
Zelda Fitzgerald to Scott Fitzgerald, 1919
I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.
(Source: wordsthat-speak, via thatkindofwoman)
On the blue summer evenings, I shall go down the paths,
Getting pricked by the corn, crushing the short grass:
In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet.
I shall let the wind bathe my bare head.
I shall not speak, I shall think about nothing:
But endless love will mount in my soul;
And I shall travel far, very far, like a gipsy,
Through the countryside - as happy as if I were with a woman.