“I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares. But they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.”
― Ellen Hopkins, Crank
I am afraid.
I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.
Daniel Keyes
Perhaps she was glass.But then
Perhaps she was glass.But then, glass is only brittle until it breaks then it's sharp.
You’ll think you’re over it” she said
““You’ll think you’re over it” she said, “Even in 5 or 10 years, you haven’t heard his name in awhile and you don’t remember how his laugh sounded anymore. You aren’t tossing and turning every night with the colour of his eyes piercing your brain these days, in fact you can barely remember if they were green or blue. But it’ll hit you, straight in the gut when you’re stood at the lights waiting to see the go sign as a man passes you, a man wearing a similar scent to the one he used to wear and suddenly you’re back in his bed, led on his chest while his fingers twirled around your hair and you swore to each other that no matter what happens, you’ll never forget each other. Suddenly you’ve remembered the way he looked into your eyes while giving you a shy smile, the way his hands fit right into yours perfectly and even the pattern that his heart beat made, suddenly it all comes back. But then you hear a car horn and you’re back in reality, stood at the cross road and you realise that you never really did forget him, you just tried too hard not to remember him.””
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Excerpt of a book I’ll never write
So what?
"So what? You failed your finals. You gained some weight. So what? You’re single again. You lost your job. So what? What now? You live. You try again. That’s what." __ Unknown
It all matters. That someone turns out the lamp
"It all matters. That someone turns out the lamp, picks up the windblown wrapper, says hello to the invalid, pays at the unattended lot, listens to the repeated tale, folds the abandoned laundry, plays the game fairly, tells the story honestly, acknowledges help, gives credit, says good night, resists temptation, wipes the counter, waits at the yellow, makes the bed, tips the maid, remembers the illness, congratulates the victor, accepts the consequences, takes a stand, steps up, offers a hand, goes first, goes last, chooses the small portion, teaches the child, tends to the dying, comforts the grieving, removes the splinter, wipes the tear, directs the lost, touches the lonely, is the whole thing. What is most beautiful is least acknowledged. What is worth dying for is barely noticed."
by Laura McBride, We Are Called to Rise
But at some point you have to stop being so angry
"But at some point you have to stop being so angry, you have to stop being so sad, you have to stop killing yourself and start being gentle with yourself. At some point you have to just let it all go and be happy, you have to spread love instead of being afraid of it. You have to love yourself and everyone around you before its too late. Dont waste away being unhappy over trivial things dear. Dont do it. Dont do it to yourself and dont let other people do it to you."
_ Unknown
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