Karla

“By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
― Anais Nin

“Talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish.”
― Euripides, The Bacchae

“Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.”
― Sarah Dessen, Someone Like You