Starry Quotes

“It is not the eyes that are blind, but the hearts." -Qur’an 22:46

“How beautiful would it be to find someone who’s in love with your mind.”

“She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.” Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell 

“What is coming is better than what is gone.” Arabic Proverb 

“Anyone who takes the time to be kind is beautiful.” Richelle E. Goodrich

“Emotions are supposed to be raw, ugly, brutal…you don’t want someone to ‘sorta’ love you. You want that love to be a bursting flame, not a candle.” (via paintwave)

“One day, whether you 
are 14, 28 or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find––is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.” –Beau Taplin “The Awful Truth”

“Sometimes you meet someone and even though you
never liked brown eyes before, their eyes are your new favourite colour.”
 Anonymous

“Hello it’s only me
‘ve been a bit too lonely recently
Kinda missing you too
‘ve been on my own a lot
Sorta losing myself,
not belonging anywhere.”
let’s call it a poem (by Zee T.)

"And I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbour, with all my crooked heart." Looking for Alaska

"She was too quiet, or she was too loud. She took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was too sensitive, or too cold-hearted. She hated with every fiber of her being, or loved with every piece of her heart. There was no in-between for her. It was either all or nothing. She wanted everything but settled for nothing." (via BL-OSSOMED)

 “You had me at a point where I would’ve left the entire world behind for you.”
"When the memories were far more vivid than they are now, I often tried to write about Naoko. But I was never able to produce a line. I knew that if that first line would come, the rest would pour itself onto the first page, but I could never make it happen. Everything was too sharp and clear, so that I could never tell where to start -the way a map shows too much can sometimes be useless. Now, though, I realize that all I can place in the imperfect vessel of writing are imperfect memories and imperfect thoughts. The more memories of Naoko inside me fade, the more deeply I am able to understand her." Norwegian Wood

 “Perhaps we’ll meet again when we’re better for each other.”

いつもいちばん言いたいことは 胸がつまり上手く言えないよ、
どんなこともしてあげれたら いつかはさ 見つけれたらいいのにね。 
My chest is never good at saying the things I want to say the most,
I hope I can find the words, someday, so that I can give them to you.”

“Always be kinder than you feel.”
"When you pray for someone, you are offering them the most purest kind of love." R.M (and I prayed for you)

"Screw logic,” she said. “I love you and that’s that. Some of the worst decisions in the world have been made under the pretence of logic. I don’t need it to know how I feel." 
S.Z.
“I look at her and light goes all through me.” —Charles Bukowski, from Selected Letters: 1965-1970 v. 2



“I’ll always love you ‘cause we grew up together and you helped make me who I am. I just wanted you to know there will be a piece of you in me always, and I’m grateful for that. Whatever someone you become, and wherever you are in the world, I’m sending you prayers. You’re my friend to the end."


“How do I say I miss you in a way that will make your heart ache as mine does?”

"Has anyone ever noticed how people only love the ocean when the sun is out? Once darkness settles, breeze kicks in, and sharks come out to play - no one wants to swim among its waves. And I hope I have never made someone feel like that... As if they're only admirable in light. As if their darkness wasn't worth exploring. Because it's when the sun sets that I sit on the shore, and stare at the ocean in awe." -a.p. 

"Life is most beautiful when visuals are like film stills." -z.t.

Photo by Zoe Suen: Brode Museum, L.A.

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