Every time you look at the stars, it’s like opening a door. You could be anyone, anywhere. You could be yourself at any moment in your life. You open that door and you realize you’re the same person under the same stars. Camping out in the backyard with your best friend, eleven years old, sixteen, driving alone, stopping at the edge of the city, looking up at the same stars. Walking a wooden path, riding a rowboat, staring out the back window of a car, you’re eleven again. Out here where the world begins and ends, it’s like nothing ever stops happening.
One day, you will learn how to give and receive love like an open window and it will feel like summer every day.
We stopped checking for monsters under the bed when we realized they were inside of us.
The Lord said, you may have someone in your mind. Someone in your heart. Someone in your dreams. Someone in your life. But, I am someone when you have NO ONE.
Every person you meet, every single one, is looking for their story. There’s no exceptions. You become part of it by how you treat them.
Put on some clothes. You want a man to give you the time of the day, leave a little up to the imagination, and respect yourself. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and the beholder is anyone you want it to be.
Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that too.
Listen to the sound of hope that’s rising.
Some of the most beautiful words in the entire world have already been used thousands of times, but that doesn’t make them any less beautiful. So too with people.
Being in love is a good thing, but it’s not the best thing. There are many things below it, but there are also things above it. You cannot make it the basis of a whole life. It is a noble feeling, but it is still a feeling. Now, no feeling can be relied on to last in its full intensity, or even to last at all. Knowledge can last, principles can last, habits can last; but feelings come and go. And in fact, whatever people say, the state called “being in love” usually does not last. If the old fairytale ending “they lived happily ever after” is taken to mean “they felt for the next fifty years exactly as they felt the day before they were married,” then it says what probably never was nor ever could be true, and would be highly undesirable if it were. Who could bear to live in that excitement for even five years? What would become of your work, your appetite, your sleep, your friendships? But, of course, ceasing to be “in love” need not mean ceasing to love. Love in this second sense- love as distinct from “being in love”- is not merely a feeling. It is a deep unity, maintained by the will and deliberately strengthened by habit; reinforced by the grace in which partners ask, and receive, from God. They can have this love for each other even at these moments when they do not like each other; as you love yourself even when you do not like yourself. They can retain this love even when each would easily, if they allowed themselves be “in love” with someone else. “Being in love” first moved them to promise fidelity; this quieter love enables them to keep the promise. It is on this love that the engine of marriage is run: being in love was the explosion that started it.
I spend too many hours in my own head, wondering whether I spend nearly as many in yours.
Be a hill seeker. Most of us try to avoid hills, but what’s so good about flat? Think about it: flat tires, flat hair, flat returns and- the ultimate- flatlining. Life happens on the hills. They’re opportunities to prove to yourself that you’re stronger than you’ve ever imagined. If you’ve never attempted the ascent, you’ll never know the thrill of swooshing down to the other side.
Have you ever thought that if one thing hadn’t happened, a whole set of things never would have either? Like dominoes in time, a single event kicked off an unstoppable changes that gained momentum and spun out of control and nothing was ever the same again. Don’t ever doubt that a mere second can change your life forever.
One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.
Life is God’s novel.
It is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.
The steam of our exhalations is combining in the dark sky above us. It looks like a ghost watching us, the ghost of all things we have fought our way through. Maybe that’s what our sighs are, the collective spirit of the people we were running out of our bodies to make way for the people we are becoming now. Only in the cold we can see it, only in cold does it finally take shape and hover above us. Who we were is floating away.
Sometimes, I think of the sun and moon as lovers who rarely meet, always chase, and almost always miss one another. But once in awhile, they do catch up, and they kiss, and the whole world stares in awe of their eclipse.
You want a love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure and even a little danger.
Do not chase people. Be you and do your own thing and work hard. The right people who belong in your life will come to you, and stay.
If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.