I go to seek a Great Perhaps.
—François Rabelais (via observando)
You only know that you’re in love when you suffer.
—Miguel Sousa (via observando)
If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.
—Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca (via observando)