Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.
|—||Ernest Hemingway (via cosmiclovetsunami)|
Favorite snacks of the great writers!
I, too, remember that feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.
|—||Murakami, Haruki. Hard-Boiled Wonderland And The End Of The World. (via wordsnquotes)|
She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.
|—||Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone (via femme-ex-machina)|