The sheltering sky, the devouring vastness.
The eye wants to sleep but the head is no mattress.
What words are there to tell how long a night can be?
Drunk with love, I wander in the dark.
# "As best you can, love, hope and be patient. And maybe to suffer is not bad. We must have sadness and grief because we are alive. We must endure hardness. That is the best there is. To know you are very small and life is very difficult and it is all beautiful, beautiful, beautiful… because you are alive."
— Samira Makhmalbaf (via rivaldealer)
# "Three o’clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can’t sleep, I am so happy."
— Anton Chekhov, About Love and Other Stories (via larmoyante)