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"Afsoos was the word in Urdu. There was no equivalent in English. It was a specific kind of regret—not wishing he had acted differently, but a helpless sadness at the situation as it was, a sense that it could not have been another way."
A Place for Us (Fatima Farheen Mirza)
Even though you feel lost and like you're completely spinning out of control, you're finding yourself--here tonight, even in this darkness. I know that your soul is on life support. I know how tired you are and that you want to feel real love even more than you need to give it. I know that you want to protect every single person on the planet, people you'll never even meet, but tonight I need you to protect yourself. Save yourself first, baby, so that you're strong enough to do the work that you're meant to do.
Jennifer Elisabeth (Born Ready)
A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts, so he loses touch with reality and lives in a world of illusions.
Alan Watts
Thank the water for cleansing you. Stare into the candle's flame. Think about how nature affects you-- how the moon controls the tides, how weather affects your mood, how the day goes from bright to dark to allow you to sleep.
Light Magic for Dark Times (Lisa Marie Basile)
It is possible to be wild and kind at the same time. It is possible to be both alone and be loved. I have known this to be true. In others. In me. To be loved. And to also still be alone.
In the Pockets of Small Gods (Anis Mojgani)
How has she become one of those people who wears yoga pants all day? She used to make fun of those people. With their happiness maps and their gratitude journals and their bags made out of recycled tire treads. But now it seems possible that the truth about getting older is that there are fewer and fewer things to make fun of until finally there is nothing you are sure you will never be.
Dept. of Speculation (Jenny Offill)
It terrifies you. That you missed out on something. That you gave up something you didn’t know you wanted. What was it? Was it a boy? Was it a vocation? Or was it a whole life?
Little Fires Everywhere (Celeste Ng)
It could also be true, that you learned to cope by not letting the pain subside, so as to not be unprepared for when it arrives again, with it’s bags, with it’s hat, with it’s half smile, and every intention of overstaying it’s welcome. It makes sense that you might be too afraid of getting used to peace, too uncomfortable with it, too anxious that you might forget how to ready your home for it when it shows up unannounced, in the way that it does. So instead, maybe you consistently self generate a little page, so that you never forget how it moves, so that you can keep your eye on it, so that when the knock at your door inevitable comes, you can bring your tired body to it and say, “I am as you left me, come in.”
Key Ballah
You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems and suffer and understand, for all that is life.
Jiddu Krishnamurti
Inside the fine-ness you gotta carry so many other things. The running. The saving. The surviving.
Red at the Bone by Jacqueline Woodson
She reminded me of a woman lying down in snow. Just lying down for a little while, she was so tired. She’d been walking so long, she just wanted to rest, and it wasn’t as cold as she thought. She was so sleepy. It was the surrender she wanted. To stop fighting the storm and the enveloping night, to lie down in whiteness and sleep. I understood.
White Oleander (Janet Fitch)
"We don't have a word for the opposite of loneliness, but if we did, I could say that's what I want in life…It's not quite loving, and it's not quite a community; it's this feeling that there are people, an abundance of people, who are in this together. Who are on your team. When the check is paid, and you stay at the table. When it's four a.m., and no one goes to bed. That night with the guitar. That night we can't remember. That time we did, we went, we saw, we laughed, we felt."
The Opposite of Loneliness by Marina Keegan
I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.
Rainer Maria Rilke
That's all I've ever dreamed of, Mr. Bones. To make the world a better place. To bring some beauty to the drab humdrum corners of the soul. You can do it with a toaster, you can do it with a poem, you can do it by reaching out your hand to a stranger. It doesn't matter what form it takes. To leave the world a little better than you found it. That's the best a man can ever do.
Paul Auster
How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn't they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?
White Noise (Don DeLillo)
I was as hollow and empty as the spaces between stars.
Raymond Chandler
As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life — and travel — leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks — on your body or on your heart — are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt.
Anthony Bourdain