qvotable:

“Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.”

— E.E. Cummings

quotemadness:

“I was never really insane except on occasions where my heart was touched.”

— Edgar Allan Poe

thebookquotes:

I don’t know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.

— Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit

riinasawayama:

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)