I understood myself only after I destroyed myself.

And only in the process of fixing myself, did I know who I really was.

Night is purer than day; it is better for thinking and loving and dreaming. At night everything is more intense, more true. The echo of words that have been spoken during the day takes on a new and deeper meaning. The tragedy of man is that he doesn’t know how to distinguish between day and night. He says things at night that should only be said by day.

Elie Wiesel, Dawn (via wordsnquotes)

If you find a darkness in your heart after you sinned, know then that in your heart there is light, because of this light you felt the darkness.

Ibn Al Jawzi (via themindunleashed)

You’re still young and healthy. Maybe that’s why you don’t understand what I am saying. Let me give you an example. Once you pass a certain age, life becomes nothing more than a process of continual loss. Things that are important to your life begin to slip out of your grasp, one after another, like a comb losing teeth. And the only things that come to take their place are worthless imitations. Your physical strength, your hopes, your dreams, your ideals, your convictions, all meaning, or, then again, the people you love: one by one, they fade away. Some announce their departure before they leave, while others just disappear all of a sudden without warning one day. And once you lose them you can never get them back. Your search for replacements never goes well. It’s all very painful—as painful as actually being cut with a knife. You will be turning thirty soon, Mr. Kawana, which means that, from now on, you will gradually enter that twilight portion of life—you will be getting older. You are probably beginning to grasp that painful sense that you are losing something, are you not?

Haruki Murakami - 1Q84 (via rsvnr)


I’m envious of the way
the water from your shower
rolls off your skin
every night,

how easily it drips
from all of the places
I dream of kissing you.

How I wish to be that water,
to touch you in every tired
crevice and fold
that still clings to the day;

I would never let you go,
even after I’ve collapsed
into a shallow puddle by your feet,
I would only reflect you -

I wish to love you just once,
to wash away your troubles
in a way that water
falling from your shower
never could.