Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.
Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter, Geraldine (via rivaiomine)
(Source: goldveil, via delreys-nose)
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via bookmania)