The hardest battle you will ever have to fight is between who you are now and who you want to be.
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The hardest battle you will ever have to fight is between who you are now and who you want to be.
Anonymous (via wordsnquotes)
Do yourself a favor and learn how to walk away. When a connection starts to fade, Learn how to let it go. When a person starts to mistreat you, learn how to move on.. to something and someone better. Donât waste your energy trying to force something that isnât meant to be.. Because the truth is.. for every one person who doesnât value you - there are tons more waiting to love you better. Do better.
Reyna Biddy (via wnq-quotes)
Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably canât. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.
 Mitch Albom, The Time Keeper (via thequotejournals)
I have known silence: the cold, earthy silence at the bottom of a newly dug well; the implacable stony silence of a deep cave; the hot, drugged midday silence when everything is hypnotised and stilled into silence by the eye of the sun; the silence when great music ends.
Gerald Durrell, from a letter to Lee McGeorge written c. July 1978 (via stoicremains)
Everyone saw my fake happiness. Youâre the only one who saw my sad.
M.I. (via wnq-writers)
Thereâs always going to be something magical about late night drives. Staring out my window, watching everything pass by in a cinematic way. Iâd maybe think of you. Iâd think of songs that I imagine playing in the background as we drive; like music in a credit role to conclude whatever our adventure was that day. I imagine us sitting in the front seat of your car laughing over something totally irrelevant. Weâd lose our way, miss exits and get stuck in more and more highway traffic, but weâd still be laughing. Weâd escape the traffic and flashes of blues and reds would all start to flicker over the edges of your face. It would be cold. Youâd be holding my hand. No way to go and nothing planned; just a magical late night driveâŠ
wishineveraskedyourname (via wnq-writers)
âŠbecause people who talk about their dreams are actually trying to tell you things about themselves theyâd never admit in normal conversation. Itâs a way for people to be honest without telling the truth.
Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via wordsnquotes)
You promised, you promised me you wouldnât hurt me, that you wouldnât use me for your amusement, that you wouldnât leave. But promises were meant to be broken and so were hearts, except you shattered mine and let the memory of us fade away.
claire-nicole (via wnq-writers)
You know, whenever I try to walk away from you, it feels like Iâm walking away from the rightest wrong thing there ever was. Weâre like the sea and the shore, darling: destined to forever be entwined, but never really together. For you are the waves that will continue to embrace me, and yet I know that you will always destroy my little sandcastles, all the same. Youâll keep running, youâll keep hurting, youâll keep betraying my We often hear that age-old clichĂ©: âHow can something so wrong feel so right?â I canât answer that. All I know is that there are a million reasons why I should leave you, and yet I never could. Because Iâve never needed a single reason to love you. I just do.
highfalutinman - Unspoken Conversations (via wnq-writers)
I know youâve heard it a thousand times before. But itâs true â hard work pays off. If you want to be good, you have to practice, practice, practice. If you donât love something, then donât do it.
Ray Bradbury (via wordsnquotes)
Yet you still value the things youâve lost the most. Because the things youâve lost are still perfect in your head. They never rusted. They never broke. They are made of the memories you once had, which only grow rosier and brighter, day by day. They are made of the dreams of how wonderful things could have been and must never suffer the indignity of actually still existing. Of being real. Of having flaws. Of breaking and deteriorating. Only the things you no longer have will always be perfect.
Iain Thomas (via wordsnquotes)
Like a blind man Reading a book of braille, I wish to read your body - Every inch of it.
Random Xpressions (via wnq-writers)
If the world was free of problems, paradise would lose its value.
Mufti Menk (via wordsnquotes)
Right person. Wrong time. I hate that.
Anonymous (via wordsnquotes)
Youâre important to me. I think if thereâs anything that will last forever, itâs that. Whether we separate, stay in touch or rarely speak again, you will always be that little someone I really do care for, that I would sacrifice everything for to protect and keep safe.
Beau Taplin, The Promise (via thelovejournals)
I donât know how to love without using my whole heart. I donât know what its like to love someone âhalf wayâ. I practice giving love in the same way Iâd like to receive it.
Reyna Biddy (via thelovejournals)
Thereâs nothing stupid about wanting to be loved.
Nina La Cour, Everything Leads to You (via thelovejournals)