“How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?”
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“How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?”
— Doc Luben
Why does life have to suck so much?
“Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”
— Ernest Hemingway
“(…) I can no longer make plans or anything else; I’m definitely better now, but hope, the desire to achieve, is broken and I work from necessity, so as not to suffer so much mentally, to distract myself.”
— Vincent van Gogh, in a letter to Theo van Gogh, July 1888
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I don't believe in an interventionist god
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if he felt he had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, o lord
Into my arms
And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, o lord
Into my arms
But I believe in love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms.
“Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not.”
— Donna Tartt
“Odio la gente che odia la pioggia e il vento, e guarda il cielo solo la notte di San Lorenzo.”
— J-ax (via laragazzadiplastica)
I think we feel it the most at night because at the end of the day our hearts just want to be home, but our homes aren’t always where we rest our heads.
“Maybe love stays. Maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t. Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to. And love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives, say, ‘Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.’ If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. Turn off the music, listen to the quiet. Whisper, ‘Thank you for stopping by.’”
— Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye
“You don’t give up on someone you love.”
— Unknown
They give up on you instead
“Hell is other people.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre (via neckkiss)
“Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.”
— Janet Fitch (via quotemadness)
“- Addio - Addio. - Ok. - Ok! - Quindi non ci sentiremo più? - No. - E se ci incontriamo per strada. - Cambiamo strada. - E se è una strada chiusa? - Allora ci salutiamo. - E come ci salutiamo? - Con un ciao. - E basta? - E basta. - Ok. - Ok! - E se mi ammalo? Lo vorresti sapere? - Certo! - Però non possiamo sentirci, come te lo dico? - Me lo scrivi. - Quindi possiamo scriverci? - Solo se siamo in punto di morte. - Ok. - Ok! - Allora adesso vado. - No aspetta. - Dimmi. - E se mi succede qualcosa di bello? - Quanto bello? - Bello bello. - Lo vorrei sapere. - Ti scrivo? - No telefona. - Quindi possiamo sentirci per telefono? - Solo se capita una cosa bella. - Bella come? Come vincere un premio Nobel o come prendere 10 in educazione fisica? - Tutte e due. - Ok. - Ok! - Non prenderai mai 10 in educazione fisica. - Lo so, e tu non vincerai mai un premio Nobel. - Lo so. - Quindi posso chiamarti anche se c’è semplicemente il sole ed è una meravigliosa giornata di primavera? - Sì. - Ok addio allora. - Addio. 20 minuti dopo. - Pronto? - Pronto. C’è il sole, ed è una meravigliosa giornata di primavera. Chiamavo giusto per dirtelo. - Grazie, comunque passo da te domani pomeriggio. - Perché? - Nel caso domani piova e tu non possa chiamarmi.”
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É bellissima.🙈
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“I’m very perfectionistic and very lazy, which is a terrible combination.”
— Robert Stone (via quotemadness)
“Never play with fire, water and love, all of them are fatal.”
— Yusha Rizvi (via quotemadness)