There are some words that explode in your brain: at stake, life, death. Once they are uttered, time becomes unstable. It is impossible to go on as if they had not been heard. From now on they have a power of their own, a power no other force can negate.
|—||"The Judges" - Elie Wiesel|
Some truths are told now only in a melody, so I’ve been writing a new one. Yeah, I’ve been taking my time with it. It’s gonna be so perfect. It’s gonna hold all of us inside of it. You will see.
|—||Bright Eyes (via litteringandlitteringand)|
| On the Road - Jack Kerouac
cause it’s endless, the ditch you can dig
you’re stubborn, and you’re prideful, and you’re all over it
so i suggest you make sense of the time you’ve got left
so you don’t end up back where you’ve been