When we finally know we are dying, and all other sentient beings are dying with us, we start to have a burning, almost heartbreaking sense of the fragility and preciousness of each moment and each being, and from this can grow a deep, clear, limitless compassion for all beings.
Soygal Rinpoche (via lazyyogi)
Margo ― John Green, Paper Towns. (via 1hey)
"Encounters". Photographed by Nicole Maria Winkler for Vogue.it
Robert Wun | Burnt Diffusion Line, 2013
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra (via call-me-good-girl)
Everything you love is here(via lovequotesrus)