How terribly sad it was that people are made in such a way that they get used to something as extraordinary as living.
— Jostein Gaarder, The Solitaire Mystery (via psych-facts)
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.
— Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via observando)
To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow - this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.
— Elizabeth Gilbert (via observando)