And [their] impatient laughter, which had always made her feel so awkward –as if she were eight and [they were] able to see her motivations more clearly than she.
The Shining by Stephen King

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And [their] impatient laughter, which had always made her feel so awkward –as if she were eight and [they were] able to see her motivations more clearly than she.
The Shining by Stephen King
Matthew: Just be as nice as you are. Mary: You think me nice, but nobody else does. What makes you so sure I am? Matthew: Because I've seen you naked, and held you in my arms. And I know the real you. Mary: Goodness, what a testimonial. Matthew: Oh, go on. You were young once. Mary: I'm young now. Matthew: Well, not old.
Downton Abbey, Season 3, Ep 9 & http://transcripts.foreverdreaming.org/viewtopic.php?t=9237
She would have thought two years was enough time for the strangeness to rub off, but it wasn't; time apparently did nothing but blunt grief's sharpest edge so that it hacked rather than sliced.
Lisey's Story by Stephen King
...but mostly, he feels like a drowning man in love with the surf.
The Silent Wife by A.S.A. Harrison
I'd barely worn it out. Life had been a suit I'd only put on for special occasions. Most of the time I kept it in the back of my closet, forgetting it was there. We were meant to die when it was barely stitched anymore, when the elbows and knees were stained with grass and mud, shoulder pads uneven from people hugging you all the time, downpours and blistering sun, the fabric faded, buttons gone.
Night Film by Marisha Pessl
It's a potent force that bewitches as much as it torments. It can lead to hell or heaven. It's the hollow forever inside you, never filled. It's everything in your life you can't touch, hold on to, so ephemeral and painful it makes you gasp. You might even glimpse it for a few seconds before it's gone. Yet the image will live with you. You'll never forget it as long as you live. It's what you're terrified of and paradoxically what you're looking for. We are nothing without our shadows. They give our otherwise pale, blinding world definition. They allow us to see what's right in front of us. Yet they'll haunt us until we're dead.
Night Film by Marisha Pessl
For almost 18 years you’re taught to sit down, shut up, and raise your hand. Then you have to decide what you’re going to do for the rest of your life.
Lavon Curtis (via cavum)
how stupid of me; to think I was the only flower in your garden.
6 a.m. thoughts (via bedsigh)
There are 7 billion people on this planet who I have not met, and 195 countries I have not visited. Yet I am stuck in this insignificant town, Being pressured into making decisions about my future, When I barely even know who I am.
Unknown (via psych-facts)
I may not be wildly successful in this life, Odie, but I'm alive to live it, and that means something.
Garfield's nine lives
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
Mary Oliver, Wild Geese
This portion of Hemingway’s advice on how to be a good writer applies just as easily to being a good human.
[T]here are literally thousands of other men that I should be with instead, but I am 72 percent sure that I love you.
Veronica Corningstone, Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy
No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough
Clementine Von Radics (via crucigera)
No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.
Nelson Mandela, 1918-2013 (via harshluck)
We all want to die sometimes. It’s because other people have power over us which they have no right to. Power to make us miserable. To stop us being ourselves… What you have to do, when they make you feel like that, is say to yourself - they’ve no right, no right at all. I’m me. I won’t be what they want me to be. And keep on saying it till you’re really angry… They can beat our bottoms till the’re purple and blue. But if we keep our anger up, they’ll never get us. They’ll never get our souls.
Another Country, Julian Mitchell (via zmiy)
If you don't come to grips with unrealistic expectations, you may find yourself giving up before you've begun.
Mona Brookes, Drawing with Children