“sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. as lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. you just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. you meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. i don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.”
“Everyone tries to make his life a work of art. We want love to last and we know that it does not last; even if, by some miracle, it were to last a whole lifetime, it would still be incomplete. Perhaps, in this insatiable need for perpetuation, we should better understand human suffering, if we knew that it was eternal. It appears that great minds are, sometimes, less horrified by suffering than by the fact that it does not endure. In default of inexhaustible happiness, eternal suffering would at least give us a destiny. But we do not even have that consolation, and our worst agonies come to an end one day. One morning, after many dark nights of despair, an irrepressible longing to live will announce to us the fact that all is finished and that suffering has no more meaning than happiness.”
you all deserve someone who isnt embarrassed to love you and tells all their friends about you and saves your selfies, good and bad to look at when they miss you and loses sleep to talk to you and tells you how much they love you. i hope you all find that!!
“I can now see my own suffering as ordinary, just part of what it means to be a human being. I no longer think, Why me? Instead I think, Why not me? The one thing that I gained from writing this book is that it made me intolerant of unhappiness. When I am unhappy now, I often think, How much more of your life can you spend being sad? Go and find some joy.”
“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a tellar but for want of an understanding ear.”
— Stephen King, Different Seasons (via larmoyante)
“Most of the time our right now is boring and forgettable. Sit at your desk. Walk to the kitchen. Take a walk. Take a nap. Take your time because it is so uninteresting that nobody else wants to take it. We remember so few details about how we lived our days because most of them are like air with no fragrance. We breathe them in, we breathe them out without thinking. What did you eat for dinner two days ago? When was the last time you laughed out loud? Or ate something that made you close your eyes and sigh with pleasure? Naturally we remember the perfume times because there are so few of them.
Given the chance to re live an occurrence in our past where everything was so perfect that we never wanted it to end, who would say no? And what if re living it could somehow go on and on? Would we choose to remain inside that past bliss as long as possible, or opt to return to our daily ho hum now where typically the only things to look forward to are the weekend, a favorite TV show or going to bed at night? Like those exceptional dreams where we meet the person we have longed for all our lives. They are perfect. Everything is perfect and to our delight, the dream keeps getting better as it continues. But then we wake up. And immediately think No no not yet, a few minutes more, please! Let me finish the meal, the kiss, that walk on the beach at sunset with them. We fight desperately to go back to sleep to try and recapture the moment, the person, and perhaps most importantly the exquisite feeling of being swept up in life rather than swept aside.
Almost everyone has come close to actually living dreams like that once or twice in their lives. Maybe it was that one perfect date when you were 20, or one magic afternoon in Istanbul, an hour you wouldn’t trade for anything. How tempting if it were somehow possible to go back to those experiences and live them forever.