The most understandable thing in the world should be how minutes lead to hours, how hours lead to days, how days can make a year. And yet, this neat progression can still be surprising.
This is what you do now to give your day topography--scan the boxes, read the news, see the chain of your friends reporting about themselves, take the 140-character expository bursts and sift through for the information you need. It's a highly deceptive world, one that constantly asks you to comment but doesn't really care what you have to say. The illusion of participation can sometimes lead to participation. But more often than not, it only leads to more illusion, dressed in the guise of reality.
It feels like I am wasting time. I mean, that's always the case. My life doesn't add up to anything.
The world is quieter now. It is never quiet, but it can get quieter. What strange creatures we are, to find silence peaceful, when permanent silence is the thing we most dread. Nighttime is not that. Nighttime still rustles, still creaks and whispers and trembles in its throat. It is not darkness we fear, but our own helplessness within it. How merciful to have been granted the other senses.
I want to talk to you and be random with you and be ridiculous with you.
Without you I wouldn't have been able to contain the hate. I would have used it against myself. You're the one who helped me control it. My mind spun out to other things. But it always came back to you.
Things are not magical because they've been conjured for us by some outside force. They are magical because we create them.
Pride is allowed to have an element of worry, especially when you are a mother.
Freedom is also about what you will allow yourself to do.
I know there are epic tales of romance, where love means you're supposed to die. Where it's all about sacrifice. But I don't want to die. I don't want Stephen to die. I'm looking for the scenario where we both get to live. Where we can continue this marvel that is love and discovery and trust.
When distractions are manifold, it's best to remember what you are supposed to be doing.
I am jealous of anyone who can make other people care so much.
Knowledge is the only thing I take with me when I go.
Every day I am someone else. I am myself-I know I am myself-but I am also someone else. It has always been like this.
detachment, n. Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it.
I am here because of love.
Enlightenment is scary. Sometimes things look better in the dark.
I say good-bye to hope, but I also say good-bye to hope's disappointment.
...but the truth is that I don't feel like I can carry anyone but myself right now. The streets are empty. I am empty. Or, no--I am full of pain. It's my life that's empty.
Magic naturally fades over distance. But proximity - well, when it works, proximity amplifies magic.
When you need to hold onto something, you should. Whatever gets you through, take it.
You are so close, and I can’t reach you.
And I, who have never thought in terms of a life, think to myself that I could make a life out of this.
You don't know, but I'm noticing.
Life tells you to take the elevator, but love tells you to take the stairs.
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