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“Listen without prejudice, without interpreting any conclusions, either your own or those of another; listen to understand and not merely to refute or accept.”
— J. Krishnamurti (via thebuddhistmind)
Over 99% of the population will likely never know who you are, or that you existed.
Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.
Damage (1992), Dir. Louis Malle (via wordsnquotes)
One of the risks of being quiet is that other people can fill your silence with their own interpretation: You’re bored. You’re depressed. You’re shy. You’re stuck up. You’re judgmental. When others can’t read us, they write their own story—not always one we choose or that’s true to who we are.
Sophia Dembling, The Introvert’s Way (via fyp-psychology)
One of the most important things I’ve ever learned is that life goes on. People leave, relationships change, and things you loved become less fun. Parties end, seasons end, lives end. But good things happen too. It’s give and take, we lose and gain, things change for better and worse. We just have to accept and trust in that.
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
Unknown (via help-n-quotes)
Deserve it, then. Take the cold bath bravely. Enjoy what is and not pine for what is not. Take yourself in hand and master yourself. Make yourself do unpleasant things, so as to gain the upper hand of your soul. Be honest, frank and fearless and get some grasp of the real values of life.
W.E.B. Du Bois, from a letter to Yolande Du Bois written c. October 1914 (via echymosis)