Two things prevent us from happiness; living in the past and observing others.
There is some kind of a sweet innocence in being human- in not having to be just happy or just sad- in the nature of being able to be both broken and whole, at the same time.
— C. JoyBell C.
Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via ohfairies
My point is: in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you.
If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
— Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
— E.E. Cummings
At night I dream that you and I are two plants
that grew together, roots entwined,
and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,
since we are made of earth and rain.
— Pablo Neruda, Regalo De Un Poeta/Gift of a Poet
I lay on the bed and lost myself in the stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway.
The parts of me that used to think I was different or smarter or whatever, almost made me die.
Generally, by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.
— Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit
不過你有沒有想過 一個沒有過去的自己 仍是自己嗎?
many people say they want to forget things in the past and start again,
but have you ever thought, without a past self, are you still yourself?
I am I, and I wish I weren’t.
I swallow your heart and you make me
spit it up again. I swallow your heart and it crawls
right out of my mouth.
You swallow my heart and flee, but I want it back now, baby. I want it back.
Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world’s more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious.