Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.
A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.
|—||F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via OnceUponaBookQuote)|
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.
|—||Charles Bukowski (via wordsnquotes)|