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  2. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
    – William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act I, Scene VI (via la-septieme)

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  3. :)

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  4. " they said that, when you can’t sleep at night, it’s because you’re awake in someone else’s Dream. "

Ph: Su the Heartless.http://requiem777.deviantart.com/art/Sleepless-448451227?ga_submit_new=10%253A1397851832

    " they said that, when you can’t sleep at night, it’s because you’re awake in someone else’s Dream. "

    Ph: Su the Heartless.

    http://requiem777.deviantart.com/art/Sleepless-448451227?ga_submit_new=10%253A1397851832

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  5. We mourn the blossoms of May because they are to whither; but we know that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops—-which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to despair.
    – William Peter Blatty, The Exorcist (via quoted-books)

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  6. People speak sometimes about the ‘bestial’ cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky  (via corvidae-and-crossroads)

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  7. There was
    no night.

    The night was in my head.

    – Louise Glück, from Landscape (via mirroir)

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  9. Is this her fault or mine?
    The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?
    – William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure. (via pikkaresque)

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  10. Nobody will ever love you as much as an artist can. On your worst days, they will find poetry in the knots of your hair.
    – That Could Have Been Me (via thepaperheartsociety)

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  11. I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.
    Vincent Van Gogh (via 13thmoon)

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  12. I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do; I never got the trick of it.
    – F. Scott Fitzgerald (via xxiomara)

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