I'm not going to waste any time worrying about what someone who doesn't love me has to say about me. It devalues the way everyone who loves me thinks and feels.
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I'm not going to waste any time worrying about what someone who doesn't love me has to say about me. It devalues the way everyone who loves me thinks and feels.
Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand. My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom….I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.
James Joyce
We are not merely human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.
It seems that men can get out of a relationship without even a goodbye, but apparently women have to either get married or learn something.
- Carrie Bradshaw
If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be. On second thought, one emotion remains my own. Alone among the borrowed and the second-hand, as pure as that faith from which I am still in flight: Guilt.
Brideshead Revisited
I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who are dead or hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can’t get things done.
Henry Rollins: Smile, you’re traveling (Black Coffee Blues Pt. 3)
I've just had a kitchen floor reset, where you end up on the kitchen floor sobbing and saying, "I've lost everything." Every single person has slid down a fridge at one point and said, "I'm back to square one." The only real difference between people is how many square ones we've got to go back to.
This is a fair description of how I'm feeling right about now.
The second one also applies to guys I hit on, since they never seem to respond. Such is life, I suppose.
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Antique Store Bicycle by heartrunsfree
I want to go there.