And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.
― Jane Austen, from Sense and Sensibility (Penguin Classics, 2003)
I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.
I don’t want to have the world’s attention. Yours is enough.
― Unknown (via hefuckin)