Tuesday, September 30, 2014

“I love you. I worry about you. I wonder whether I tell you enough how I love you and want you and need you and how I am diminished … when you are not with me and how I am multiplied when you are here.”

 Pat Frank, Alas, Babylon (via wordsnquotes)
Tuesday, September 30, 2014

“I’m not angry, but I’m on the verge of tears. The trouble with me is that I can’t get angry. I wish that for once in my life I could really lose my temper, as I sometimes feel I have every right to. I think it would change my life.”

Scenes from a Marriage, Dir. Ingmar Bergman (via wordsnquotes)
Tuesday, September 30, 2014

“Don’t be afraid; I’ll keep looking at you for ever and ever, without a flutter of my eyelids, and you’ll live in my gaze like a mote in a sunbeam.”

Jean-Paul Sartre No Exit (via wordsnquotes)
Tuesday, September 30, 2014

“I fell in love with his courage, his sincerity, and his flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that he wasn’t all he should be. I love him and it is the beginning of everything”

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via wordsnquotes)
Tuesday, September 30, 2014

It doesn’t interest me… what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me… how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me… what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know… if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know… if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me.. if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know… if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know… if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, Yes.

It doesn’t interest me… to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done…

It doesn’t interest me… who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me..where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know… if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Oriah, “The Invitation” (via wordsnquotes)
Tuesday, September 30, 2014

“I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.”

Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus (via wordsnquotes)
Sunday, September 28, 2014

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I can’t wait for winter because that’s when all mosquitoes die and go to hell where they belong

Saturday, September 20, 2014

As we can see, 6 members’ accounts are now verified on twitter, except for Sungjong’s. Please sign this petition, it’s just one click, and let’s get his account verified too! Pretty please?
cr for the pic @INFINITE7SOUL
Saturday, September 20, 2014

{ Being able to record my environment with leisure is like blowing a breath of hope into a flower  that had not been able to bloom. The streets that I daily walk through or the repetitive street signs I see, look like signs and ways pointing to success, and sometimes I choke with on-coming tears when I see scattered footprints printed on the beach. If through this book of time, one can be comforted in a time of distress… may one tear of happiness be a drop of sparkling delight. }
 L - A child writing a diary with pictures
Saturday, September 20, 2014

“She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.”

William Faulkner, The Town (via wordsnquotes)
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