17 pages of posts tagged with quote

Don’t eat with those who will brag about feeding you.
—Unknown (via mrsfscottfitzgerald)
When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty.
—Stevie Nicks (via larmoyante)
The female doesn’t want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and say: ‘Here is your home country.’
—Nizar Qabbani 
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
—Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest and Other Plays (via partygirlmeltdown)
There are green-eyed Mexicans. The rich blond Mexicans. The Mexicans with the faces of Arab sheiks. The Jewish Mexicans. The big-footed-as-a-German Mexicans. The leftover-French Mexicans. The chaparrito compact Mexicans. The Tarahumara tall-as-desert-saguaro Mexicans. The Mediterranean Mexicans. The Mexicans with Tunisian eyebrows. The negrito Mexicans of the double coasts. The Chinese Mexicans. The curly-haired, freckled-faced, red-headed Mexicans. The jaguar-lipped Mexicans. The wide-as-a-Tula-tree Zapotec Mexicans. The Lebanese Mexicans. Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about when you say I don’t look Mexican. I am Mexican.
—Sandra Cisneros, Caramelo  (via xicanapreciosa)
I am trying to see things in perspective. My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot have this, because chocolate makes dogs very sick. My dog does not understand this. She pouts and wraps herself around my leg like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in, she eventually gives up and lays in the corner, under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the universe has my best interest in mind like I have my dog’s. When I want something with my whole being, and the universe withholds it from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself: "Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, but she does not understand how it will hurt.
—THEORIES ABOUT THE UNIVERSE by Blythe Baird (via fawun)

She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?

—Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via bitternectar)
And that’s when I know it’s over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it’s the end.
—Junot Díaz (via kissibility)
The past is just a story we tell ourselves
—Spike Jonze, Her  (via bonhivers)
There is hope, but not for us.
—Franz Kafka (via bonhivers)
Please waste your time on me.
—Six Word Story   (via tea-storm)
I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.
—Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood  (via aaaaffinity)

Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song

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