“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.”

 

“Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding about ourselves.” – Carl Jung

When you are attracted to people, it’s because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most.

— Jodi Picoult, Sing You Home

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.

-Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

Shy people notice everything but they don’t get noticed.

— The consequence of Love by Paolo Sorrentino

“Christmas is not just a time for festivity and merry making. It is more than that. It is a time for the contemplation of eternal things. The Christmas spirit is a spirit of giving and forgiving.” – J. C. Penney

It is the Christmas time:
And up and down ‘twixt heaven and earth,
In glorious grief and solemn mirth,
The shining angels climb.
~
Dinah Maria Mulock

Restless

Annabel: He is kind of different.
Elizabeth: Different could be good.

“There’s this kind of songbird that thinks it dies every time the sun goes down. In the morning when it wakes up, it’s totally shocked to still be alive, so it sings this really beautiful song. Just happy to be alive, I guess.” – Annabel Cotton

“…My only regret in life is never telling you how I feel. I wish I were back home. I wish I were holding your hand. I wish I were telling you that I have loved you and only you since I was a boy…”     -Hiroshi Takahashi

 

“You can not fully read a book without being alone. But through this very solitude you become intimately involved with people whom you might never have met otherwise, either because they have been dead for centuries or because they spoke languages you cannot understand. And, nonetheless, they have become your closest friends, your wisest advisors, the wizards that hypnotize you, the lovers you have always dreamed of.”

Cornelia Funke – Inkdeath

“When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever.”

— Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo