quotes

[zhu-hong]

I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is inprobably biased toward the consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

[zhu-hong]

Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.

C. S. Lewis

[wo-ai-nimen]

Worry is fear in disguise. And fear will eat you from the inside out if you let it.

Captain’s Fury by Jim Butcher (via wo-ai-nimen)

[madelinedoesfitness]

When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity - in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern. The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now. Relationships must be like islands, one must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits - islands, surrounded and interrupted by the sea, and continually visited and abandoned by the tides.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s “The Gift From The Sea” (via finedineonmyvegangenitalia)

[takethisnight-wrapitaroundme-de]

It seemed to Graham that he had learned nothing in his forty years: He had just gotten tired.

Red Dragon, by Thomas Harris (via takethisnight-wrapitaroundme)

[zhu-hong]

He had thought Shiloh haunted, its beauty sinister like flags. Now, drifting between memory and narcotic sleep, he saw that Shiloh was not sinister; it was indifferent. Beautiful Shiloh could witness anything. Its unforgivable beauty simply underscored the indifference of nature, the Green Machine. The loveliness of Shiloh mocked our plight. .... Yes, he had been wrong about Shiloh. Shiloh isn't haunted - men are haunted. Shiloh doesn't care.

Red Dragon, Thomas Harris

[vrban]

Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know, because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly. And when I got it, it turned to dust in my hands.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via nahash)

[creatingaquietmind-deactivated2]

“Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don’t fool.”

Robert Brault (via creatingaquietmind)

[larmoyante]

my father always said, “early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.” it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our house and we were up at dawn to the smell of coffee, frying bacon and scrambled eggs. my father followed this general routine for a lifetime and died young, broke, and, I think, not too wise. taking note, I rejected his advice and it became, for me, late to bed and late to rise. now, I’m not saying that I’ve conquered the world but I’ve avoided numberless early traffic jams, bypassed some common pitfalls and have met some strange, wonderful people one of whom was myself—someone my father never knew. •

Charles Bukowski, “Throwing Away the Alarm Clock” (via onlytheilluminatisurvive)

[cantdeleteawfuck]

Art is to console those who are broken by life.

Vincent Van Gogh (via conor-broberst)

[forgottengenres]

Just let me slip into something more comfortable, like a coma.

Crispin Best (via greatauthorquotes)

[voguelovesme]

One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.

John Green (via sheandherdarkness)

[yourfriendlymushroom]

This is what I think now: that the natural state of the sentient adult is a qualified unhappiness. I think also that in an adult the desire to be finer in grain than you are, “a constant striving” (as those people say who gain their bread by saying it), only adds to this unhappiness in the end — that end that comes to our youth and hope.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, “The Crack-Up” (via yourfriendlymushroom)

[beraris]

Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment (via fra-gi-le)

[zhu-hong]

We all have souls of different ages.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

[zhu-hong]

The book fascinated him, or more exactly it reassured him. In a sense it told him nothing that was new, but that was part of the attraction. It said what he would have said, if it had been possible for him to set his scattered thoughts in order. It was the product of a mind similar to his own, but enormously more powerful, more systematic, less fear-ridden. The best books, he perceived, are those that tell you what you know already.

George Orwell, 1984

[zhu-hong]

Thy Fates open their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace them; and to inure thyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble slough, and appear fresh.

William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night