I grew up in a very French family, but my dad is Danish and he didn’t want to speak French with us, so my mom kind of gave up on the French. The music of it is in me, but not the words yet. I was raised very strict—boarding schools. Maybe that’s the reason why I’m so sloppy in how I dress now.

Okay, good shit. Yeah. Uh-huh. Yes. I do, yeah. Uh-huh. Sorry, I want to say sorry about this. Okay. Good stuff. Understood.

The best way out is always through.

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.

Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)

But wait for me, keep for me your sweetness. I will give you too a rose. 

attend the boxing matches, go to the racetrack, live on luck and skill, get alone, get alone often, and if you can’t sleep alone be careful of the words you speak in your sleep; and ask for no mercy no miracles;

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)

I wait and ache. I think I am healing.

I dwell in possibility.

Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry Hope, that didst arise But to be overcast! A voice from out the Future cries, “On! on!“—but o'er the Past

Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly.

This transcendental Brilliance Is the better part (of Nothingness I sing)

“Look, I’m just curious. How many hours a day do you spend grooming yourself?”

“Some people are not lucky enough to be as naturally adorable as you are.”

"Stop it, you’re making me blush.”

May 8 | Kristen Stewart attends the photocall for Jury during the 71st annual Cannes Film Festival at Palais des Festivals in Cannes, France.

Kiss me, my girl, before I’m sick.