To communicate through silence is a link between the thoughts of man.
— Marcel Marceau (via observando)
There are lines of yours I know by heart.
There are scents of yours soaked in my skin.
— Marilyn Hacker, from “Poète Maudite,” (source not given). (via apoetreflects)
I used to call people, then I got into e-mailing, then texting, and now I just ignore everyone.
— The New Yorker (via showslow)