Happiness feels a lot like sorrow.
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♡ My favorite quotes:
“Which is why we say I can’t live without you meaning your life gives life to me, who am otherwise an empty vessel, nameless.”
Joyce Carol Oates, Faithless
“Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me.
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forgot me.
Do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.”
Pablo Neruda, If You Forget Me
“It was like we were all so busy trying to be happy or saying we were happy, but underneath there was nothing but bitterness, the kind that could only be bled out in ink, in unspoken words.”
Elizabeth Scott, The Unwritten Rule
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.”
Anaïs Nin, The Four-chambered Heart
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.”
C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
“My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.”
Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
“Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the cavern.”
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
“It is a dull sensation, your heart breaking, like the sound of a pebble dropping on the sand. Not a shattering, not a tearing apart, there is nothing shrill or grandiose about the sensation. It is merely an internal realization that something treasured you never knew you had is leaving forever.”
Samantha Bruce-Benjamin, The Art of Devotion
“The sun is seeking something bright to shine on.
The trees are wooden, the grass is yellow and thin.
The ponds are not the surfaces it seeks.
It must create its colors out of itself.”
Wallace Stevens, Like Decorations in a Nigger Cemetry
“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hoe you have the strength to start all over again.”
Benjamin Button, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
“And so we stood together like that, at the top of that field for what seemed like ages, not saying anything, just holding each other, while the wind kept blowing and blowing at us, tugging our clothes, and for a moment, it seemed like we were holding onto each other because that was the only way to stop us from being swept away into the night.”
Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go
“Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs, they don’t do one thing but to sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”
Harper Lee, To Kill A Mockingbird
“Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.”
Mary Elizabeth Frye, Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
“When you sit in silence long enough, you learn that silence has a motion. It glides over you without shape or form, exactly like water. its color is silver. And silence has a sound you hear only after hours of wading inside it. The sound is soft, like flute notes rising up, like the words of glass speaking. Then there comes a point when you must shatter the blindness of its words, the blindness of its light.”
Anne Spollen, The Shape of Water
“There is bound to be someone driven madly by love who will give you the chance one of these days. And when you do find one, observe with care. They always almost have crystals in their heart.”
Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
“A flower left out.
My bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart.
They threaten
To let me through to a heaven
Starless and fatherless, a dark water.”
Sylvia Plath, Sheep in Fog
