The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
|—||Ernest Hemingway, Men Without Women (via feellng)|
When I was a girl, I was terribly sure trees and flowers were the same as birds or people. That they thought things, and talked among themselves. And we could hear them if we really tried. It was just a matter of emptying your head of all other sounds. Being very quiet and listening very hard. Sometimes I still believe that. But one can never get quiet enough.
|—||Truman Capote, In Cold Blood (via lovequotesrus)|
It’s easy to love someone when they’re happy. What’s hard is loving someone when they’re crying on the bathroom floor at 2am because everything came crashing down at once.