Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
—Anton Chekhov (via observando)
What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul.
Victor Hugo (via observando)
There are no facts, only interpretations.
—Friedrich Nietzsche (via observando)