You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.
— E.E. Cummings (via cosmographe)
For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via larmoyante)
It wasn’t the gift that made her smile, it was the proof you were thinking of her.
— William Chapman
Within You is the Light of a Thousand Suns. Within You is Unimaginable Beauty
— Robert Adams (via saalik)