coloured instants

We all arrive by different streets,
by unequal languages, at Silence.

—Pablo Neruda, from “Still Another Day: XVII/Men” (via litverve)

(via batvalentinworld)

I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.

—Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: hellanne, via greierel)