With money you can buy a house, but not a home. With money you can buy a clock, but not time. With money you can buy a bed, but not sleep. With money you can buy a book, but not knowledge. With money you can buy a doctor, but not good health. With money you can buy a position, but not respect. With money you can buy blood, but not life. With money you can buy sex, but not love.
“The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don’t know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened.
That is the moment I hate the most. It’s the moment I can never escape from. And I lay there, eyes open, trying to differentiate reality and dreams. Hoping that what I dreamt was just a dream. Believing that reality is just a dream.”—Anonymous (via celines)
“All I want is cozy. I want a cozy little romantic relationship, I want a cozy pair of eyes to wake up to, a cozy pair of arms to roll myself up in. I want warm cozy lips to bump into, a warm cozy little tummy to lay my head on. Cozy hair for my cold fingers to run in, cozy skin to run my palms over. I’ve been locked outside in the cold, I left my keys somewhere I can’t remember. I just need someone to come and help me break down the door. And then we can slip into cozy nothings. Warm and comfortable. Convenient or beneficial. Discreetly reticent or noncommittal.”—