He’s pressing me to his chest. I melt. Oh, this is where I want to be
I rest my head against him, and he kisses my hair repeatedly. This is home. He smells of linen, fabric softener, body wash, and my favourite smell - Christian. For a moment, I allow myself the illusion that all will be well, and it soothes my ravaged soul”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Darker

Our break-up had been a resounding anti-climax. I wanted to be wept over, bitterly. I wanted to be fought for. Mourned, or regretted just a little.
I wanted to feel like I was someone who’d been worth having in the first place.”
― Catherine Sanderson, Petite Anglaise

And that’s when I know it’s over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it’s the end.”
― Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her

I can choose either to be a victim of the world or an adventurer in search of treasure. It’s all a question of how I view my life.

Find someone who has a life that you want and figure out how they got it. Read books, pick your role models wisely, find out what they did and do it.

I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.

The world is crammed with delightful things. I think young people make such a mistake about that — not letting themselves be happy. I sometimes think that happiness is the only thing that counts.

He liked all books, because he liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on the page into words inside his head.