If Love is a labor, I'll slave til the end.

Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.

Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.

I am actually terrified that one day I’m going to see you holding someone else’s hand and kissing someone else’s lips .

do you ever hate someone so much but you don’t even have a valid reason

And then they give you a reason and its like