"For the happy man prayer is only a jumble of words, until the day when sorrow comes to explain to him the sublime language by means of which he speaks to God."
Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo (via cosmic-rebirth)
"I exist in two places,
here and where you are."
Margaret Atwood, Selected Poems (1965-1975)
(Source: honeysighs, via love)
