do not think that love in order to be genuine has to be extraordinary. what we need is to love without getting tired. be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.

mother teresa (via simplycasual)

mythologyofblue:

the poet is a kinsman in the clouds…
but on the ground, among the hooting crowds,
he cannot walk, his wings are in the way.

charles baudelaire, les fleurs du mal