"I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you’ve been doing. It’s a hundred years since we’ve met―it may be another hundred before we meet again."
— Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence (via bookmania)
"My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me."
— Fernando Pessoa (via rainydaysandblankets)