Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”
-St. Augustine
“Най-важните решения в живота си вземаме без фанфари. Съдбата налага своя печат в тишината. “
Има хора, които не можеш да спреш. Появяват се в живота ти обречени да го напуснат. Прегръщаш ги много силно, но най-доброто, на което можеш да се надяваш е да ги забавиш малко… защото няма достатъчно силна прегръдка…
‘I can not live without love.I cannot think,or act or speak or write or even dream with any kind of energy in the absence of love. I fell excluded from the living world. I become cold,fish-like,immobile. I implode. My idea of absolute happiness is to sit in a hot garden all day,reading,or writing,utterly safe in the knowledge that the person I love will come home to me in the evening.Every evening!’ ‘You are a romantic,Edith,’ repeated Mr.Neville,with a smile. ‘It is you who are wrong,’ she replied.’I have been listening to that particular accusation for most of my life. I am not a romantic.I am a domestic animal. I do not sigh and yearn for extravagant displays of passion, for the grand affair,the world well lost for love.I know all that,and know that it leaves you lonely. No,what I crave for is simplicity of routine. An evening walk,arm in arm,in fine weather. A game of cards.Time for idle talk. Preparing a meal together…’(p.98)’
I’d say to my Dad, “I want to be a writer”, and he’d say, “Journalist.” I’d say, “I want to have a refuge for stray cats” and he’d say, “Veterinarian.” I’d say, “I want to be an actress” and he’d say, “TV newscaster.” It was this constant conversion of my fanciful ambitions into these practical money-making ventures.”
“There’s all these people talking about how great technology is and how it saves all this time but what good is saved time if nobody uses it?”
“Everything is so finite but that’s what makes our time and specific moments so important.”
“If there’s any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. I know, it’s almost impossible to succeed, but … who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt.”
They enjoy the goal but not the process. But the reality of it is that the true work of improving things is in the little achievements of the day.”
Jesse: I’m designed to feel slightly dissatisfied!
Celine: You can never replace anyone because everyone is made up of such beautiful specific details.
Celine: I was having this awful nightmare that I was 32. And then I woke up and I was 23. So relieved. And then I woke up for real, and I was 32.
Celine: There are so many things I want to do, but I end up doing not much.
“Life isn’t divided into genres. It’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you’re lucky.”
— Alan Moore
Certainty of death, small chance of success… well, what’re we waiting for?”
— J.R.R. Tolkien
“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when their right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust noone but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”
— Marilyn Monroe
I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.”
— Neil Gaiman
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
— Anaïs Nin
“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget. ”
— Arundhati Roy
Easy reading is damned hard writing. Anonymous
(via 52hearts)
