You think when you wake up in the mornin’ yesterday don’t count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothin’ else.
No Country for Old Men, Cormac McCarthy (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.
Lady Chatterley’s Lover, D.H. Lawrence (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes) (via somesecretstories) (via rememo)
