Most of our life is a series of images. They pass us by like towns on the highway. But sometimes, a moment stuns us as it happens. And we know that this instant is more than a fleeting image. We know at this moment- every part of it- will live on forever.
If you’re always looking for reasons not to be with somebody, then you’ll always find them. And I guess, that at some point, maybe you should let go and give your heart what it deserves.
I’ve learned that you can’t fight for anybody else. You’ve got to fight for yourself and hope like hell that you survive.
One of my most treasured things about you is that at any given moment, you are blissfully unaware of just how perfect you are.
I’m trying to understand this new dynamic between us. It’s not as simple as “you either want me or you don’t.” I know that. I hate that. Keeping you in may life may kill me, but letting you go will.
I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.
Just when we think we figured things out, the universe throws us a curveball. So, we have to improvise. We find happiness in unexpected places. We find ourselves back to the things that matter the most. The universe is funny that way. Sometimes, it just has a way of making sure we wind up exactly where we belong.
There seems to be a kind of order in the universe- in the movement of stars and the turning of the Earth and the changing of the seasons. But human life is almost pure chaos. Everyone takes his stance, asserts his own right and feelings, mistaking the motives of others, and his own.
But then again, we could be living in a dream right now. For all we know, everybody we have ever met in life could simply be a projection of ourselves, in a deep dream state. History, as we know, could have been created by our subconscious, and there could be no one else, but us. There is no real way to know for sure. We could even still be five years old, and asleep, but just be dreaming all of this. We could be somebody else. The identity we have created for ourselves could be nothing but a projection of who we want to be, created to cope with whatever trouble has found us, in ‘reality.’
I was thinking how amazing it was that the world contained so many lives. Out in these streets, people were embroiled in a thousand different matters: money problems, love problems, school problems. People were falling in love, getting married, learning how to ice-skate, getting bifocals, studying for exams, trying on clothes, getting their hair cut and getting born. And in some houses, people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the only thing that really mattered.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: we all want everything to be okay. We don’t even wish so much for “fantastic” or “marvelous” or “outstanding”. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.
You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world. But you do have some say in who hurts you.
You know what’s wrong with this world? Everyone wants a magical solution to their problems and yet no one believes in magic.
After a while, you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead- with the grace of a woman and not the grief of a child. And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans. And futures have a way of falling down in mid flight. After a while, you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure. That you are strong. And that you really do have worth. And you learn and you learn. With every goodbye , you learn.
A pretty girl is nothing if she has an ugly heart.
Respect people who find time for you in their busy schedule. But love people who never look at their schedule when you need them.
Sometimes, you end up losing yourself trying to hold on to someone who doesn’t care about losing you.
It may seem like the hardest thing to do, but you have to forget about the guy who forgot about you.
Be who you were created to be, and you will set the world on fire.
It hurt because it mattered.