(via bluefigs)
Anna: If you have any thought for me, you will give me back my peace.
Vronsky: There can be no peace for us. Only misery or the greatest happiness.
Kind of sucks that i am not living in an ivy-covered cottage in the pacific northwest, drinking mint tea with honey,, riding my bike into town for the groceries and spending my day writing novels on a mossy tree stump with a cool breeze making the pine needles go sssssshhhhhh,,,,,,,
(via vertginger)