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I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way (s)he handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. Maya Angelou
I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way (s)he handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. Maya Angelou
That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed. Neil Gaiman
Life is slippery. We all need a loving hand to hold onto. H. Jackson Brown Jr.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.f. scott fitzgerald
Her life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release; table, ivory elephant charm, rainbow, onion, hairdo, violence, melodrama, honey, none of it moved her. She addressed the world honestly, searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her, but to each she would have to say, I don’t love you.jonathon safran foer
People aren’t coloring books . You can’t make them just how you want them.khaled hosseini
I only care about the words that flutter from your mind. They are the only thing you truly own. The only thing I will remember you by. I will not fall in love with your bones and skin. I will not fall in love with the places you have been. I will not fall in love with anything but the words that flutter from your extraordinary mind.abeautifulrevolution.com
I think it’s more interesting to see people who don’t feel appropriately. I relate to that, because sometimes I don’t feel anything at all for things I’m supposed to, and other times I feel too much. It’s not always like it is in the movies.ryan gosling (via chocolate-cigarettes)
In bed that night I invented a special drain that would be underneath every pillow in New York, and would connect to the reservoir. Whenever people cried themselves to sleep, the tears would all go to the same place, and in the morning the weatherman could report if the water level of the Reservoir of Tears had gone up or down, and you could know if New York is in heavy boots.jonathon safran foer
She said, ‘Believe it or not, I used to be idealistic.’ I asked her what ‘idealistic’ meant. ‘It means you live by what you think is right.’ ‘You don’t do that anymore?’ ‘There are questions I don’t ask anymore.’jonathon safran foer