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Consider God’s charity. Where else have we ever seen someone who has been offended voluntarily paying out his life for those who have offended him?

St. Catherine of Siena (via twocrowns)

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Maybe I deserve someone else, but I always wanted you

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I think I could have loved you better than anyone, and I can’t stop making lists of all the times I almost told you that.

Caitlyn Siehl (via wordsnquotes)

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New piece, hope you like it! xo Lang

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Let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Sensible Thing  (via triplegem)

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“I didn’t know I was capable of loving a person so much even after they’ve broken my heart.”

-P.T (via simply-everything-xo)

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Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but ‘Mom’s’ probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

Kalyn RoseAnne  (via wordsnquotes)

Holy fuck. This is my entire existence.

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I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.

~ Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice  (via conflictingheart)

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You smell like home to me.

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If you are humble nothing will touch you, neither praise nor disgrace, because you know what you are.

Blessed Mother Teresa (via twocrowns)

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I hope that at the heart of whatever you are looking for; you find Jesus there.

T.B. LaBerge // Go Now (via tblaberge)

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A strong woman who recklessly throws away her strength, she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.

Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D'Urbervilles (via booksqouted)

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She said the reason that love is so painful is that it always amounts to two people wanting more than two people can give.

Edna O'Brien, Saints and Sinners (via booksqouted)

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The heaviness of loss in her heart hadn’t eased, but there was room there for humour, too.

Nalo Hopkinson, Brown Girl in the Ring (via booksqouted)

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Oh, how one wishes sometimes to escape from the meaningless dullness of human eloquence, from all those sublime phrases, to take refuge in nature, apparently so inarticulate, or in the wordlessness of long, grinding labor, of sound sleep, of true music, or of a human understanding rendered speechless by emotion!

Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago (via booksqouted)

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She was brave and strong and broken all at once.

Anna Funder, Stasiland (via booksqouted)