That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.
— Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants (via psych-facts)
You do not even think of your own past as quite real; you dress it up, you gild it or blacken it, censor it, tinker with it…fictionalize it, in a word, and put it away on a shelf—your book, your romanced autobiography. We are all in the flight from the real reality.
— John Fowles, The French Lieutenant’s Woman (via larmoyante)