“I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.”—note to self (via bl-ossomed)
“A homeless man visited my store today. The few quarters that he had in his pocket he invested on books. I offered him free books, but he insisted on giving me his quarters. He walked away filled with joy as if he possessed the world’s riches in his hands. In a way, he did. He left me smiling and knowing that he was wealthier than many others…”—Besa Kosova, Raindrops (via observando)
“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”—Lao Tzu (via observando)
“From the very beginning you are being told to compare yourself with others. This is the greatest disease. It is like a cancer that goes on destroying your very soul because each individual is unique, and comparison is not possible.”—Osho (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
“The worst part about anything that’s self destructive is that it’s so intimate. You become so close with your addictions and illnesses that leaving them behind is like killing the part of yourself that taught you how to survive.”—L.L (via fleurthorn)
“We are young, but We already know that in life’s great game those who are most unhappy are those who haven’t taken the risk to be happy. And I don’t want to be one of those.”—Guillaume Musso (via observando)
“It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t coma back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too. You’re nodding your head.”—Henry Rollins (via observando)
"We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"
McAllister: “Show me the heart unfettered by foolish dreams and I’ll show you a happy man.”
John Keating: “But only in their dreams can men be truly free. ‘Twas always thus, and always thus will be.”
“You don’t know about real loss beacuse it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much.” – Sean Maguire, Good Will Hunting
i was at work when i saw the news of his death on the screen behind the sushi chefs. i guess death is just a part of life that i am going to have to deal with more frequently now that im getting older. its painful. its painful to see those that ive never even met pass away. i can’t imagine how much more difficult its going to get.
“I’m history! No, I’m mythology! Nah, I don’t care what I am; I’m free hee!” – Genie, Aladdin
i should buy some new clothes but i buy books instead
roamed aimlessly around virginia highlands this evening. ive never given myself a chance to venture through that area before with all my years of living in georgia. it was nice to get acquainted. found a good pizza joint, and got lost in old school arcade games most important being none other than mortal kombat. also found a great bookstore there that i’m positive i’ll be returning to in order to get myself a copy of the phantom tollbooth — a childhood classic. as for now, i am beyond satisfied with my one purchase for myself today, my very own copy of Haruki Mirakami’s The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. The other night james had bought me Kafka on the Shore on our rando trip through little five and barnes and nobles. i guess he could tell i really wanted it, because i held onto it till the very last moment we were in the store. my collection is finally growing, and i couldn’t be more pleased.
“You can’t find intimacy—you can’t find home—when you’re always hiding behind masks. Intimacy requires a certain level of vulnerability. It requires a certain level of you exposing your fragmented, contradictory self to someone else. You running the risk of having your core self rejected and hurt and misunderstood.”—Junot Díaz (via cslacsga)
“I don’t need to be rich or have a fancy home. I just want to go to sleep at night knowing my labor had heart, I’ve loved fiercely and lived close enough to the edge that I can see the waves kiss the rocks.”—(via m-delaa)