he began to clutch at scraps of memory, as though their cumulative weight might bring him back down to earth. Salman Rushdie, from Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights (via stoicremains)

(Source: stoicremains.us, via stoicremains-deactivated2017102)

I will search for you through a thousand worlds and ten thousand lifetimes until I find you.“

“And I will wait for you in all of them. 47 Ronin, Kai & Mika (via koreyan)

(Source: mylinae, via mylinae)

I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me now is a beginning or an end. Jack Gilbert, Waking At Night (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)