-and movies, and songs.
There’s a loneliness that only exists in one’s mind. The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
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| — | F. Scott Fitzgerald - The Great Gatsby (via han-solo-dolo) |
And if you look a little closer, you’ll see that if a person believes that life is terrible, they’ll constantly look for proof of this, to confirm their view of the world. They’ll find quotes and situations and events in their life and magnify them a hundred times. If a person believes that life is wonderful, they’ll look for the corresponding signage and behave in a similar manner to the previous person with their view of the world. Often, this is the same person on different days of the week.
Here is the lie that I still believe in, even after all this time: that I will never be lovely enough. I don’t even like the word lovely but I still want to be it.
I think a part of me believes that if I actually was, if I embodied the word and everything that it stands for, then I would never get left behind, abandoned or betrayed. Which is stupid. Lovely people are not exempt from pain.
The terrible thing about buying into this particular lie is that everything gets misappropriated and I end up desperately clutching on to the teeny tiny pieces of my tattered self-esteem — an experience that, no matter how you spin it, always sucks.
One funny thing happens, though, whenever the not-lovely lie decides to take my heart hostage – a different voice springs out to rival it, saying: you are, you are, you are.
You are smart. You are capable. You are talented. You are beautiful. You are lovely. You are loved.
When we talk about the people we no longer know, we do it timidly because we’re prone to remembering things better than they were, because we know we’re saying all of the right words to the wrong ears, because we never really knew our strangers to begin with — a truth our hearts can only acknowledge in the quietest and smallest of voices
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| — | (via ceev) |
I think it’s brave to try to be happy. You’ve gotten so comfortable being unhappy. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to wake up in the morning and choose to be happy, to let the water wash everything away?
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| — | Pushing Daisies (via misswallflower) |
What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.
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| — | Carl Sagan (via fully-booked) |
