What Beautiful Words

A collection of feelings in writing. #love #hope #inspiration #wisdom #hurt #pain #peace #emptiness #happiness #courage #wonder #kindness #friendship #wit #fear #grief #beauty For more What Beautiful, follow @whatbeautifulplaces on Instagram.

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You are still whole, no matter what phase you are in.

- Unknown

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Acting is the ability to live truthfully under imaginary circumstances.

Sanford Meisner

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The genius thing we did was, we didn't give up.

Jay-Z

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I really believe that if there’s any kind of god, he wouldn’t be in any one of us — not you, not me — but just this space in between. If there’s some magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone else, sharing something, even if it’s almost impossible to succeed. But who cares — the answer must be in the attempt.

-Céline; Before Sunrise

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Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.

The Green Mile by Stephen King

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We're all just walking each other home.

Ram Dass

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The first time I saw her... Everything in my head went quiet. All the tics, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. Even in bed, I’m thinking: Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did I wash my hands? Yes. Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did I wash my hands? Yes. But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips.. Or the eyelash on her cheek— the eyelash on her cheek— the eyelash on her cheek. I knew I had to talk to her. I asked her out six times in thirty seconds. She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going. On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or fucking talking to her... But she loved it. She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times if it was Wednesday. She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk. When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely locked the door eighteen times. I’d always watch her mouth when she talked— when she talked— when she talked— when she talked when she talked; when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges. At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her. Some mornings I’d start kissing her goodbye but she’d just leave cause I was just making her late for work... When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking... When she said she loved me her mouth was a straight line. She told me that I was taking up too much of her time. Last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place. She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but... How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touched her? Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. I can’t – I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars... And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.. How she turns shower knobs like she's opening a safe. How she blows out candles— blows out candles— blows out candles— blows out candles— blows out candles— blows out… Now, I just think about who else is kissing her. I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once — he doesn’t care if it’s perfect! I want her back so bad... I leave the door unlocked. I leave the lights on.

Neil Hilborn from the poem OCD

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So what if we don't make sense on paper. We don't live our lives on paper.

Rick Castle; Castle

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Despite the consistently rising cost of living, it remains extremely popular.

Unknown

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Everyone has their own experience. That’s why we are here, to go through our experience, to learn, to go down those paths and eventually you may have gone down so many paths and learned so much that you don’t have to come back again.

Prince

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Sympathy’s easy. You have sympathy for starving children swatting at flies on the late-night commercials. Sympathy is easy because it comes from a position of power. Empathy is getting down on your knees and looking someone else in the eye and realizing you could be them, and that all that separates you is luck.

Dennis Lehane

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There are people who dislike you because you do not dislike yourself.

 Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie  (via invorto)

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It’s all about forward motion. Doesn’t matter what breaks, catches fire or falls over. Get up. Eat fire. Step over debris. Keep moving.

Warren Ellis (via superheroesincolor)

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Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest — thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.

Beau Taplin // T e m p l e s  (via afadthatlastsforever)

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The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You don't blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the President. You realize that you control your own destiny.

Albert Ellis

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Lookup. You’re standing on a chunk of rock floating about in an infinite universe made up of light, dust and nothingness. In an existence without order or purpose, the only action of any significance is to find something that matters to you, something that gives your life reason and meaning.

Beau Taplin // T h e  A c t  (via afadthatlastsforever)

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Where is the wealthiest place in the world? Do you know? It's not China. It's not Dubai. It's the graveyard. Because in a graveyard, you will find inventions never invented. Businesses never erected. Songs never sung. Books never written. Ideas never nurtured. People never realized. Because they were scared to take a risk. Scared like you. But you wanna know something else? You're not in a graveyard. Yet. Don't let this negative world get to you. Don't let it win. Do not go where the path may lead, but go where there is no path, and leave a trail.

Prince Ea (Why Most People Die Before Age 25)