In our darkest hour, when the world is only of a stream of water, all we will have is one another.
It’s no use crying over spilt milk, because all of the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it.
—W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage (via quotes-shape-us)
New York. There is no place like it, no place with an atom of its glory, pride, and exultancy. It lays its hand upon a man’s bowels; he grows drunk with ecstasy; he grows young and full of glory, he feels that he can never die.
—Walt Whitman (via myheartbelongstonew-york)