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Monday, February 27, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
to love
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
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Thursday, February 23, 2012
An entire life spent reading would have fulfilled my every desire; I already knew that at the age of seven. The texture of the world is painful, inadequate; unalterable, or so it seems to me. Really, I believe that an entire life spent reading would have suited me best.
Such a life has not been granted me.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
To laugh often and much;
to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends.
To appreciate beauty;
to find the best in others;
to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch,
to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
"Because to influence a person is to give him one’s own soul.
He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions.
His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed.
He becomes an echo of some one else’s music,
an actor of a part that has not been written for him.
The aim of life is self-development.
To realize one’s nature perfectly — that is what each of us is here for.
People are afraid of themselves, nowadays.
They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to oneself.
Of course they are charitable. They feed the hungry, and clothe the beggar.
But their own souls starve, and are naked.
Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it."
Oscar Wilde
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Monday, February 20, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day,
into more pieces than my heart was made of,
I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent,
the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness
wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings,
it was me, my thinking,
the cancer of never letting go,
and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me,
to what great place did thinking ever bring me?
I think and think and think,
I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times,
but never once into it.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
As I move through time, things change.
I change, the world changes, the way the world sees me changes.
I age, I fail, I succeed, I am lost. I have a moment of calm. The inkling of who I will be depresses me, makes me hopeful, scares me, and embarrasses me.
And here I stand at this crossroads, always embarrassed, wistful, longing, looking back, looking forward.
charlie kaufman
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Friday, February 17, 2012
There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it.
And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way.
One bitter day, when they seek it and cannot find it,
they realize what they have lost; and that is the tragedy of life.
On that day the gates of Eden are shut behind them and the age of gold is over. Henceforth they must dwell in the common light of common day.
Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals.
They, and only they, can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and from which we must evermore be exiles.
The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland, never.
And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way.
One bitter day, when they seek it and cannot find it,
they realize what they have lost; and that is the tragedy of life.
On that day the gates of Eden are shut behind them and the age of gold is over. Henceforth they must dwell in the common light of common day.
Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals.
They, and only they, can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and from which we must evermore be exiles.
The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland, never.
L.M. Montgomery
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Thursday, February 16, 2012
lost and found
I found myself
the moment I found you
and I am petrified
the moment I found you
and I am petrified
that if you stop
seeing something
beautiful in me
then I’ll stop
seeing it
too.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
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