We zijn allemaal meer onszelf nadat we gedronken hebben ~ iets wat ik geleerd heb
“Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, A Nice Quiet Place
You’re worth a handwritten letter, a random trip at night to the beach, a painting that says more than a thousand words.
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Wasn’t it better if they kept this desire to see each other hidden within them, and never actually got together? That way, there would always be hope in their hearts. That hope would be a small, yet vital flame that warmed them to their core — a tiny flame to cup one’s hands around and protect from the wind, a flame that the violent winds of reality might easily extinguish.
— Haruki Murakami
