I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen. ―John Steinbeck, Winter of Our Discontent (via girlwithoutwings)

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them. ―Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (via f0xfur)