Every man is rich or poor according to the between his desires and his enjoyments.
— Samuel Johnson
Light yourself on fire with passion and people will come from miles to watch you burn.
Remember how far you’ve come, not just how far you have to go. You are not where you want to be, but neither are you where you used to be.
— Rick Warren (via enormousgiraffe)
I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
— Franz Kafka (via existentrillest)
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Life
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As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.
An intimate relationship does not banish loneliness. Only when we are comfortable with who we are can we truly function independently in a healthy way, can we truly function within a relationship. Two halves do not make a whole when it comes to a healthy relationship: it takes two wholes.
We always pay dearly for chasing after what is cheap.
— Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn (via untilasinglesolitonsurvives)
Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.
— Marianne Williamson
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”He felt she was walking in a circle about him, turning him end to end, shaking him quietly, and emptying his pockets, without once moving herself.
— Ray Bradbury
I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness. And yet I take a kind of pleasure in indulging them
— Frederic Chopin
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GAWS: "I shall live as people in novels live, and have lived"
gaws:
“I remember a period in late adolescence when my mind would make itself drunk with images of adventurousness. This is how it will be when I grow up. I shall go there, do this, discover that, love her, and then her and her and her. I shall live as people in novels live and have lived. Which…
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?
One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.
— Sigmund Freud (via habitualsomething)
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I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And what do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.
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