“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”—Tom Stoppard (via larmoyante)
“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place, I told him, like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.”—Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via 4mbivalent)
“You can’t say that you love life if you constantly try to limit the way life can express itself. You can’t say you love another person if you constantly try to limit the way they can express themselves. You can’t say you love yourself if you constantly try to limit the way you express yourself. Love is freedom. Love is allowance. Love expressed is pure joy.”—Sohail Desai (via brotherofosiris)
“One can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in big things, and happy in small ways.”—Lemony Snicket, The Penultimate Peril
“We were discussing homosexuality because of an allusion to it in the book we were reading, and several boys made comments such as, “That’s disgusting.” We got into the debate and eventually a boy admitted that he was terrified/disgusted when he was once sharing a taxi and the other male passenger made a pass at him. The lightbulb went off. “Oh,” I said. “I get it. See, you are afraid, because for the first time in your life you have found yourself a victim of unwanted sexual advances by someone who has the physical ability to use force against you.” The boy nodded and shuddered visibly.“But,” I continued. “As a woman, you learn to live with that from the time you are fourteen, and it never stops. We live with that fear every day of our lives. Every man walking through the parking garage the same time you are is either just a harmless stranger or a potential rapist. Every time.” The girls in the room nodded, agreeing. The boys seemed genuinely shocked. “So think about that the next time you hit on a girl. Maybe, like you in the taxi, she doesn’t actually want you to.””—(via sunlightsplatter)
“I always thought you were a fake. I see you differently now. You don’t know who you are. I thought you were full of shit but now I see that you don’t even have that much together. Here I was getting all wrapped up in what you were saying when you didn’t know what you were talking about. I used to get so frustrated trying to figure out all the stupid things you were saying because I though they actually meant something. I used to think that I was an idiot! I used to lose sleep trying to find ways to get close to you. Now I see there was nothing to get close to. Thinking back on it now, I filled in a lot of the blanks. All the things I took for fake, I just smoothed over in hopes of you dropping it and getting real. At first, I was sad that it never happened. Now I see you for what you are. I wish you all the luck. You’ll need it. I think you’re going to find a lot of hardship and pain. You’re a beautiful shell. I was attracted to the shell and what I thought it might hold. I made a mistake. I make them all the time. I thought you were fake, but now I see that your artificiality is real.”—
“Isn’t it the moment of most profound doubt that gives birth to new certainties? Perhaps hopelessness is the very soil that nourishes human hope; perhaps one could never find sense in life without first experiencing its absurdity.”—Vaclav Havel (via kenny-price)
“Just because I liked something at one point in time doesn’t mean I’ll always like it, or that I have to go on liking it at all points in time as an unthinking act of loyalty to who I am as a person, based solely on who I was as a person. To be loyal to myself is to allow myself to grow and change, and challenge who I am and what I think. The only thing I am for sure is unsure, and this means I’m growing, and not stagnant or shrinking.”—
Jarod Kintz, At even one penny, this book would be overpriced. In fact, free is too expensive, because you’d still waste time by reading it (via rsvnr)
I don’t even know how to define my style, tastes, interests now. Seriously, what category can I fit neatly in? I’m too many things and too protean to place. I think everyone is, but I’ve noticed how much more so I’ve personally gotten in recent years. I’m ever-expanding. I contradict myself a lot, but I contain multitudes. It’s good.
“I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”—
n. the inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like—as if all your social tastebuds suddenly went numb, leaving you unable to distinguish cheap politeness from the taste of genuine affection, unable to recognize its rich and ambiguous flavors, its long and delicate maturation, or the simple fact that each tasting is double-blind.
n. frustration that you’re not enjoying an experience as much as you should, even something you’ve worked for years to attain, which prompts you to plug in various thought combinations to try for anything more than static emotional blankness, as if your heart had been accidentally demagnetized by a surge of expectations.
“Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it.”—Elizabeth Gilbert (via larmoyante)