If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.
— Ernest Hemingway (via wolf-cub)
You find a way, somehow, to get through the most horrible things, things you think would kill you. You find a way and you move through the days, one by one, in shock, in despair, but you move. The days pass, one after the other, and you go along with them — occasionally stunned, and not entirely relieved, to find that you are still alive.
— “The Year of Fog” by Michelle Richmond (via mirroir)
