All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
|—||Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven (via observando)|
I said I’d never let you fall, and I always meant it
I want to make beautiful things, even if nobody cares.
|—||Saul Bass (via likeafieldmouse)|
It’s a mystery. A man’s at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. He can know his heart, but he don’t want to. Rightly so. Best not to look in there.
|—||Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian (via likeafieldmouse)|