
Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
– Charles Dickens –
Photography + poem + art

Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
– Charles Dickens –

This life is for loving, sharing, learning, smiling, caring, forgiving, laughing, hugging, helping, dancing, wondering, healing, and even more loving. I choose to live life this way. I want to live my life in such a way that when I get out of bed in the morning, the devil says, ‘aw shit, she’s up !
– Steve Maraboli – Unapologetically You

When you lose someone, you get used to living day to day without them. But you’ll never get used to the “10 second heartbreak.” That’s the time it takes to wake to full consciousness each day and remember…
– Nina Guilbeau –

… I am stronger than Depression and I am braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me …
– Elizabeth Gilbert –

there are some poems
that we leave behind
some that leave us behind
while some just live
silently
in the heart
crumble, sometimes
dwindle
disappear
die
and are reborn
when you smile again.
– Sanober Khan – Turquoise Silence

I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I’m seeing we don’t live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It’s an infinite playlist.
– David Levithan – Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist

That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald –

This life is for loving, sharing, learning, smiling, caring, forgiving, laughing, hugging, helping, dancing, wondering, healing, and even more loving. I choose to live life this way. I want to live my life in such a way that when I get out of bed in the morning, the devil says, ‘aw shit, she’s up !
– Steve Maraboli – Unapologetically You

. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald – The Great Gatsby