“If I feel aversion toward someone, if I find myself ignoring or turning away from someone in a group, I am probably avoiding within myself what this person represents that is true about me.”—Hugh Prather
“I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I’d call myself a fool to ask for more…”—Sylvia Plath (via misswallflower)
“You don’t need to change yourself; you only need to love yourself. Your Higher Self is leading you to all the things you need to do to grow spiritually. It is always there, guiding and loving you. You have all the answers within you. Spiritual growth is an individual path. It is important to follow your own inner wisdom about what to do and when to do it. Realize that whatever you are doing right now is perfect for you.”—Orin (via embracethevision)
“Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone.”—Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body (via bookmania)
“In the dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day, eager to be shared. Black silk, shelter me. I need more of the night before I open eyes and heart to illumination. I must still grow in the dark like a root not ready, not ready at all.”
“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do.”—Dead Poets Society, 1989 (via skinandboneskeleton)
The smile across her face is reflected in her eyes This happiness she has, it’s not a lie If she could, she would scream and jump for joy But this happiness isn’t coming from a toy Her cheeks hurt for smiling so long I think she might start to sing a song A song about true happiness A feeling that she found in her heart This happiness, she wants everyone to be apart of This happiness is never to be taken away She wants it so badly to stay For all her life she’s been sad and lonely But she finally found a cure So please don’t ruin it for her.
“I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.”—Emily Brontë (via decrepito)
“It is difficult to see ourselves as we are. Sometimes we are fortunate enough to have good friends, lovers or others who will do us the good service of telling us the truth about ourselves. When we don’t, we can so easily delude ourselves, lose a sense of truth about ourselves, and our conscience loses power and purpose. Mostly, we tell ourselves what we would like to hear. We lose our way.”—Jon Katz (via intellectualquotes)
“Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.”—C. S. Lewis (via larmoyante)
“Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.”—bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions (via suzywire)
“Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.”—Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via bookmania)
Olhe para trás. Quantas pessoas passaram pela sua vida? Quantas deixaram marcas? Quantas vezes você chorou esse ano? Quanta coisa aconteceu? Você se divertiu? Sorriu? Você fez as coisas que planejou fazer? Como foi a escola? Seus amigos? Você está feliz? Quantas vezes você brigou com alguém? Quantas vezes você pensou naquela pessoa? Quantas vezes você se divertiu? Você comeu bastante? Gritou bastante? Quantos suspiros arrancaram de você? Quantas coisas você fez? [...] E por último, olhe suas respostas. Valeu a pena?
Look back. How many people passed through your life? How many have left their mark? How many times did you cry this year? So much has happened? Did you have fun? He smiled? You did things you planned to do? How was school? Your friends? Are you happy? How many times you fought with someone? How many times have you thought about that person? How often do you have fun? You’ve eaten enough? Cried enough? How many sighs snatched from you? How many things did you do? […] And finally, look at your answers. Was it worth it?
“Antes de julgar a minha vida ou o meu caráter… Calce os meus sapatos e percorra o caminho que eu percorri, viva as minhas tristezas, as minhas dúvidas e minhas alegrias. Percorra os anos que eu percorri, tropece onde eu tropecei e levante-se assim como eu fiz. E então, só aí poderás julgar. Cada um tem a sua própria história. Não compare a sua vida com a dos outros. Você não sabe como foi o caminho que eles tiveram que trilhar na vida.”—
Before you judge my life and my character … Put on my shoes and walk the path I traveled, living my sorrows, my joys and my doubts. Scroll through the years I traveled, where I stumbled stumble and get up just as I did. And then, only then can judge. Each one has its own history. Do not compare your life to others. You do not know how it was the way they had to walk in life.
“Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?”—Sputnik Sweetheart | Haruki Murakami (via brionnasballoon)
“Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you’ll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.”—Neil Gaiman (M Is for Magic)
“We all build internal sea walls to keep at bay the sadnesses of life and the often overwhelming forces within our minds. In whatever way we do this―through love, work, family, faith, friends, denial, alcohol, drugs, or medication, we build these walls, stone by stone, over a lifetime.”—Kay Redfield Jamison (via decrepito)
“You can feel the whole world and still feel lost in it. So many people are in pain — no matter how smart or accomplished — they cry, they yearn, they hurt. But instead of looking down on things, they look up, which is where I should have been looking, too. Because when the world quiets to the sound of your own breathing, we all want the same things: comfort, love and a peaceful heart.”—Mitch Albom (via ancientlove)
“One cannot always tell what it is that keeps us shut in, confines us, seems to bury us, but still one feels certain barriers, certain gates, certain walls. Is all this imagination, fantasy? I do not think so. And then one asks: My God! Is it for long, is it for ever, is it for eternity? Do you know what frees one from this captivity? it is very deep serious affection. Being friends, being brothers, love, that is what opens the prison by supreme power, by some magic force.”—Vincent van Gogh (via decrepito)
“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.”—Henry David Thoreau (via decrepito)
“Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but Nature, whose sweet rains fall unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valley in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.”—De Profundis by Oscar Wilse
“Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worse, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.”—Sigmund Freud
“In reading great literature I become a thousand men and yet remain myself … I see with myriad eyes, but is still I that see … I transcend myself; and am never more myself than when I do.”—C.S. Lewis (via presentingbooks)
“What is a face, really? Its own photo? Its make-up? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn’t everyone look at himself in his own particular way? Deformations simply do not exist.”—Pablo Picasso