My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.

—Jack Kerouac (via girlwithoutwings)

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So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.

—Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via bookmania)

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

—Jack Kerouac  (via thus-spoke-mia)

(Source: adoptable, via anyasquotes)

It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

—Chuck Palahniuk (via quotewhore)

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If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.

—C.S. Lewis (via imfantasyparade)

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I think people are often quite unaware of their inner selves, their other selves, their imaginative selves, the selves that aren’t on show in the world. It’s something you grow out of from childhood onwards, losing possession of yourself, really. I think literature is one of the best ways back into that. You are hypnotized as soon as you get into a book that particularly works for you, whether it’s fiction or a poem. You find that your defenses drop, and as soon as that happens, an imaginative reality can take over because you are no longer censoring your own perceptions, your own awareness of the world.

—Jeanette Winterson, The Art of Fiction No. 150 (via bookmania)