I started reading the book of e.e cummings poems. After I read the poem that compares the woman’s hands to flowers and rain, I put the book down and went to the window. I stared at my reflection and the trees behind it for a long time. Not thinking anything. Not feeling anything. Not hearing the record. For hours.
—P137, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky -Pocket Books
The problem is your heart, it is too big for you alone.
I’ve always known I have a big heart, and it’s okay to wish for someone to share that with.
Do not despair because somewhere there is a heart that is beating that is meant just for you… somewhere, somebody closer than you might think,…