"Great people do things before they’re ready. They do things before they know they can do it. And by doing it, they’re proven right. Because, I think there’s something inside of you—and inside of all of us—when we see something and we think, ‘I think I can do it, I think I can do it. But I’m afraid to.’ Bridging that gap, doing what you’re afraid of, getting out of your comfort zone, taking risks like that—THAT is what life is. And I think you might be really good. You might find out something about yourself that’s special. And if you’re not good, who cares? You tried something. Now you know something about yourself. Now you know. A mystery is solved. So, I think you should just give it a try. Just inch yourself out of that back line. Step into life. Courage. Risks. Yes. Go. Now."
My hobbies include
Editing my love stories
Hiding behind metaphors
And trying to convince my shadow
That I’m someone worth following"
"I don’t believe in hate. To me it wastes too much time. People who hate waste so much of their life hating that they miss out on all the other stuff out here."
"Perhaps we are in this world to search for love, find it and lose it, again and again. With each love, we are born anew, and with each love that ends we collect a new wound. I am covered with proud scars."
"I am tired of knowing nothing and being reminded of it all the time."
"All words are masks and the lovelier they are, the more they are meant to conceal."
"The best way is not to fight it, just go. Don’t be trying all the time to fix things. What you run from only stays with you longer. When you fight something, you only make it stronger."
"I never felt the urge to jump off a bridge, but there are times I have wanted to jump out of my life, out of my skin."
You don’t write back
I write, but you don’t
write back, and I’m
not sure if my letters
never reach you, or
if you’ve just given up
on me coming back
from this war.
I write, but you don’t
write back, and I’m
not sure if my letters
never reach you, or
if you’ve just given up
on me coming back
from this war.
I dream of you, of
your skin, I walk you:
your skin, miles of it,
trenched and gouged,
and in my dreams,
I find you in every
red stream filling
up every trench,
in every muddy
gorge that fills up
my boots between
where I am and
where you are.
your skin, I walk you:
your skin, miles of it,
trenched and gouged,
and in my dreams,
I find you in every
red stream filling
up every trench,
in every muddy
gorge that fills up
my boots between
where I am and
where you are.
And then I wake
and you are not
here with me:
but I would never wish
you here with me
You are not here with me
and without you
I don’t think I can
find my way back home.
and you are not
here with me:
but I would never wish
you here with me
You are not here with me
and without you
I don’t think I can
find my way back home.
"She was a stranger in her own life, a tourist in her own body."
"Do you remember what you said to me once? That you could help me only by loving me? Well-you did love me for a moment; and it helped me. It has always helped me."
Only what is fated to die is capable of living. Only what dies lives
“I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.”
In life after life, in age after age, forever.”
To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.
“How beautiful life is and how sad! How fleeting, with no past and no future, only a limitless now.”
“But she did love him. I believe it. I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention.”
“Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.”
“I suppose sooner or later in the life of everyone comes a moment of trial. We all of us have our particular devil who rides us and torments us, and we must give battle in the end.” —Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca
“The most terrible thing about it is not that it breaks one’s heart—hearts are made to be broken—but that it turns one’s heart to stone.”
“If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him or forget him.”
“I regret nothing. There have been things I missed, but I ask no questions, because I have loved it, such as it has been, even the moments of emptiness, even the unanswered—and that I loved it, that is the unanswered in my life.”
There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.
“At first people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can be done, then they begin to hope it can be done, then they see it can be done—then it is done and all the world wonders why it was not done centuries ago.
“We all had our miseries. But to despair was to wish back for something already lost. Or to prolong what was already unbearable.”
Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.”
“I have said to you to speak the truth is a painful thing. To be forced to tell lies is much worse.”
“The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains
When it’s gone, you’ll know what a gift love was. You’ll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.
“I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.
“Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically—to those who hardly think about us in return.
“It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
“Moral wounds have this peculiarity—they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart.”
“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.
“Visit me once each year, for it’s wrong to abandon people forever.”
“Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you’re not really losing it. You’re just passing it on to someone else.”
The next time you try to seduce anyone, don’t do it with talk, with words. Women know more about words than men ever will. And they know how little they can ever possibly mean.”
“Whatever happens tomorrow, we had today; and I’ll always remember it.” —David Nicholls, One Day
“When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.”
“The pieces all fit together. Yet everything was falling apart.”
“Life, a beauty chased by tragic laughter.
“Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.” —Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
“The saddest people I’ve ever met in life are the ones who don’t care deeply about anything at all. Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporary, because there’s nothing to make it last.”
What you want most you push away from you.
You want more than you care to admit.
You want more than you care to admit.
We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.”
“Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.”
“Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?
“Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both.”
“You like someone who can’t like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.” —John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson
“The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.
“When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough
“You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.”
“The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.
“In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die.
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die.
“Time is a gift, given to you, given to give you the time you need, the time you need to have the time of your life.
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