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"I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I've lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment."

John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America

embeccy

"I burned so long so quiet you must have wondered if I loved you back. I did, I did, I do."

- Annelyse Gelman

sostienetati

Dear Catherine,

I've been sitting here thinking about all the things I wanted to apologize to you for.

All the pain we caused each other. Everything I put on you. Everything I needed you to be or needed you to say. I'm sorry for that.

I'll always love you 'cause we grew up together and you helped make me who I am.

I just wanted you to know there will be a piece of you in me always, and I'm grateful for that.

Whatever someone you become, and wherever you are in the world, I'm sending you love.

You're my friend to the end.

Love,

Theodore.

existential-celestial

from “October in the Chair,” in M is for Magic, Neil Gaiman (b. 10 Nov 1960)

dailyquotes6563

There’s no such thing as false hope. There’s just hope.

Lottie Matthews, Yellowjackets

thehopefulquotes

“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”

— Leonard Cohen

improvisedliturgy

We are like children building a sand castle. We embellish it with beautiful shells, bits of driftwood, and pieces of colored glass. The castle is ours, off-limits to others. We're willing to attack if others threaten to hurt it. Yet despite all our attachment, we know that the tide will inevitably come in and sweep the sand castle away. The trick is to enjoy it fully but without clinging, and when the time comes, let it dissolve back into the sea. This letting things go is sometimes called nonattachment, but not with the cool, remote quality often associated with that word. This nonattachment has more kindness and more intimacy than that. It's actually a desire to know, like the questions of a three-year-old. We want to know our pain so we can stop endlessly running. We want to know our pleasure so we can stop endlessly grasping. Then somehow our questions get bigger and our inquisitiveness more vast. We want to know about loss so we might understand other people when their lives are falling apart. We want to know about gain so we might understand other people when they are delighted or when they get arrogant and puffed up and carried away. When we become more insightful and compassionate about how we ourselves get hooked, we spontaneously feel more tenderness for the human race. Knowing our own confusion, we're more willing and able to get our hands dirty and try to alleviate the confusion of others.

Pema Chodron, When Things Fall Apart

theoptia

Carmen Laforet, from Nada

Text ID: My chest was heavy with a thousand daydreams and memories.

ekkehard

“If my critics saw me walking over the Thames they would say it was because I couldn’t swim.”

— Margaret Thatcher

dailydri

“Whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun, or the nights you collapse into my lap, your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

— Mouthful of Forevers by Clementine von Radics