What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley (via booksquoteslove)
La Sera - Love That’s Gone
There was one of his lonelinesses coming, one of those times when he walked the streets or sat, aimless and depressed, biting a pencil at his desk. It was a self-absorption with no comfort, a demand for expression with no outlet, a sense of time rushing by, ceaselessly and wastefully - assuaged only by that conviction that there was nothing to waste because all efforts and attainments were equally valueless.
The Beautiful and Damned, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via jubilee-tea)
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