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You remember too much,⨠my mother said to me recently.⨠Why hold onto all that? And I said,⨠Where do I put it down?
Anne Carson, from âThe Glass Essayâ (via numberyours)
It takes years as a woman to unlearn what you have been taught to be sorry for.
Amy Poehler in Yes Please (via t-fey)
Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
Catherine Earnshaw, Wuthering Heights.
Peace
"Iâm looking for something. Something really, really importantâ "What is it?" "I donât know, and it doesnât matter. All I know is that itâs important that I keep looking"
Blessed
I can't describe it. Only that I've seen it in her weary eyes, In the middle of the night When she asks me if I'm feeling alright, And then, even when I'm breaking, She makes the pain go away for a while. Only that I've felt it in his voice. When he tells me that I've done him proud, And then, even when I've given up, He makes me want to hope. He makes me want to face my fears, He makes me want to see the light. Only that I've read it in his smile, The love that he once bore with all his might, And even if it's forsaken, broken - Shall stay with me till the end of time. I've felt it in the arms, That picked me up when I was down, That held me without a question or frown, Of friends who never gave up Nor did let me give up on love.
You.
If youâre not vain, youâre faking modesty. If youâre not arrogant, you take pride in humility. If youâre not being condescending, youâre probably patronizing. That show of integrity is a mask of phony idealism. Youâre not you, youâre the mirror reflecting who I am.
Be.
I donât wish to be a better person. Neither do I wish to be worse. I donât want to run to the past, find solace in future or embrace the present. I just want to be - without thought, without contemplation, without inhibition.
"Life is lying in bed with you. Everything else is just waiting"
The Counselor
On Hatred.
The kind of hatred that tempts you into hating someone you might even like. Not the kind that makes you hate them for hating someone you mutually dislike. When the integrity in you is lost, the human in humanity dies and creates a beast that's not of its kind.
I just want to listen to the most beautiful song, read the most moving words and meet the most amazing person before I finally give up on those things.
Farewell
And when I began to walk away I turned around, Not to bid farewell Or for that one last kiss, But to see you in the eye And watch you watch me leave.
Your Skin, My Skin
I dream in colour, because youâre black and white.
I sleep through the day, because youâre awake at night. I show off my heart, because you stay out of sight. I break down regularly, because you seem to be alright.Â
The Living - Natalie Merchant.
Death by cuteness.