"But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
W.B. Yeats, The Wind Among the Reeds 1899 (via quotes-shape-us)
"He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music."
James Joyce - A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man (via calamityxjane)
"Do you suppose she’s a wildflower?"
Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass (via quotes-shape-us)
"Never apologize for what you feel, that’s like saying sorry for being real."
a veces creo que te extraño.