poems-and-word:

“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”

— Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
(via books-n-quotes)

(Source: booksnquotes.com)

poems-and-word:

“You’re much too young now So I write these words down Darkness exists to make light truly count”

— Sleeping At Last, Uneven Odds (via music-and-quotes)