Wherever we are, we are as one.

32. cats, books, tv series, music. “Her dearest friends are characters in books.”

[didyoudreamofconcerts]

Sarebbe bello poter sapere, poter prevedere che ruolo assumerà chi si presenta nella nostra vita. Ma non si può. E quando qualcuno ci delude, possiamo solo dire: Addio, ti lascio andare. Grazie per il tratto di strada percorso insieme.

[didyoudreamofconcerts]

Una faccia è soltanto un altro genere di maschera.

Le sette morti di Evelyn Hardcastle; Stuart Turton

[didyoudreamofconcerts]

I’ll survive this. I’ll live. But there’s a hole in me, never to be filled. Maybe that’s why people die of old age. Maybe we could live forever if we didn’t love so completely. But we do. And by the time old age comes, we’re filled with holes, so many that it’s too hard to breathe. So many that our insides aren’t even ours anymore. We’re just one big empty space, waiting to be filled by the darkness. Waiting to be free.

[didyoudreamofconcerts]

Ho sempre invidiato la capacità di dimenticare che possiedono alcune persone per le quali il passato è come un cambio di stagione, o come un paio di scarpe vecchie che basta condannare in fondo a un armadio perché siano incapaci di ripercorrere i passi perduti.

[didyoudreamofconcerts]

La delusione, a volte, non conosce consolazione alcuna, richiede solo tempo per essere assorbita e memoria per essere prevenuta.

[didyoudreamofconcerts]

This is what love does. In the stories, love healed your wounds, fixed what was broken, allowed you to go on. But love wasn’t a spell, some kind of benediction to be whispered, a balm or a cure-all. It was a single, fragile thread, which grew stronger through connection, through shared hardship and trust.

[didyoudreamofconcerts]

Stop punishing yourself for being someone with a heart. You cannot protect yourself from suffering. To live is to grieve. You are not protecting yourself by shutting yourself off from the world.

[didyoudreamofconcerts]

This was what love was. It was total. It brought her together with everything.

[didyoudreamofconcerts]

We do not get to choose when in our lives we feel pain. It comes when it comes, and we try to remember, even though we cannot imagine a day when it will release its hold on us, that all pain fades. All misery passes. Humanity is drawn to light, not darkness.

Chain of Gold, Cassandra Clare

[didyoudreamofconcerts]

Belonging in more than one world means that you end up belonging in none of them.

Call Down The Hawk, Maggie Stiefvater

[didyoudreamofconcerts]

You must fight this and defeat it. I know it's hard, but you can't let it hurt you like this. It's like you are a sailor at sea during a storm. If you let the sea take over you, you will drown, if you sail it good you will be safe ashore. Which one will you be, love, the bold sailor, or the tumultuous sea?

The Dawn And The Nightmare, Annamaria Ristori

[didyoudreamofconcerts]

Ci sono momenti in cui ricorriamo a formulazioni insensate e avanziamo pretese assurde per nascondere sentimenti lineari.

Storia del nuovo cognome

[didyoudreamofconcerts]

Le persone si aprivano e diventavano luminose oppure si rabbuiavano. A volte rivolgevano la loro luce verso l’interno, per non lasciarla vedere, perché non avevano altra scelta. E poi, a volte, le persone donavano la loro luce e cominciavano a spegnersi, a diventare quasi invisibili, se nessuno si prendeva cura di loro. Perche erano state troppo generose e rimanevano senza niente.

Accettazione, Jeff Vandermeer

[didyoudreamofconcerts]

The thing about mistakes was that they weren't always big, or obvious. Sometimes they were simple. Small. The decision to keep walking. The turn left instead of right. Those few extra steps in the wrong direction.

Vengeful

[didyoudreamofconcerts]

Wishes don't just come true. They're only the target you paint around what you want. You still have to hit the bull's-eye yourself.

Muse of Nightmares, Laini Taylor

[mamaleh6994]

“I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, ”More Than Just A House” (via wordsnquotes)

[didyoudreamofconcerts]

But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.

Circe, Madeline Miller