Love is the kind of thing that’s already
happening by the time you notice it,
that’s how it works,
and no matter how old you get,
that doesn’t change.
Except that you can break it up
into two entirely distinct types –
love where there’s an end in sight
and love where there isn’t.
“He knew that “I love you” also means “I love you more than anyone else loves you, or has loved you, or will love you,” and also “I love you in a way that way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.” He knew that it is, by love’s definition, impossible to love two people.”
- Jonathan Safran Foer
“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: ‘It goes on.’”
“With the possible exception of the equator, everything begins somewhere.”
— C.S. Lewis
“Are you angry? Punch a pillow. Was it satisfying? Not hardly. These days people are too angry for punching. What you might try is stabbing. Take an old pillow and lay it on the front lawn. Stab it with a big pointy knife. Again and again and again. Stab hard enough for the point of the knife to go into the ground. Stab until the pillow is gone and you are just stabbing the earth again and again, as if you want to kill it for continuing to spin, as if you are getting revenge for having to live on this planet day after day, alone.”
- Miranda July
“This time I refuse to wake up until my head, my heart, and my life have all returned to normal.”
- Jane Green
I’m here. I love you. I don’t care if you need to stay up crying all night long. I will stay with you. If you need the medication again, go ahead and take it—I will love you through that, as well. If you don’t need the medication, I will love you, too. There’s nothing you can ever do to lose my love. I will protect you until you die, and after your death I will still protect you. I am stronger than Depression and Braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me.
- Elizabeth Gilbert
Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
“Girls were born knowing how destructive the truth could be. They learned to hold it in, tamp it down, like gunpowder in an old fashioned gun. Then it exploded in your face, on a November day in the rain.”
alice in wonderland – tim burton