If you take a book with you on a journey,…an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it…yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.
— Cornelia Funke, Inkheart (via thatkindofwoman)
She also considered very seriously what she would look like in a little cottage in the middle of the forest, dressed in a melancholy gray and holding communion only with the birds and trees; a life of retirement away from the vain world; a life into which no man came.
— A.A. Milne (via thatkindofwoman)
Now and then it’s good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.
— Guillaume Apollinaire (via observando)