“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”—The Little Prince (via rachel-yang)
“This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor…Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.”—Rumi (via quotes-shape-us)
“When nobody else celebrates you, learn to celebrate yourself. When nobody else compliments you, then compliment yourself. It’s not up to other people to keep you encouraged. It’s up to you. Encouragement should come from the inside.”—Joel Osteen (via souultree)
“Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more.”—Erica Jong, Fear of Flying (via quotes-shape-us)
“I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.”—Gail Caldwell, Let’s Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship (via quotes-shape-us)
“You like him because he’s a lost boy. Believe me, I’ve seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.”—David Levithan (Every Day)
“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before—more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.”—Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (via quotes-shape-us)
“Now all you can do is wait. It must be hard for you, but there is a right time for everything. Like the ebb and flow of tides. No one can do anything to change them. When it is time to wait, you must wait.”—Haruki Murakami/ The Wind Up Bird Chronicle (via vous-trouvez)
You cannot compare any love to your first love, because when you first loved, you loved with innocence and you risked, without fear. Because you did not know what fear was, the thought of heartache was lacking in your daily. When you first loved, you loved purely, without doubt and hesitation. You loved, uneducated and unaware. You loved, not knowing what love was. And it would be awfully unfair to compare any love to your first love— because from then and always on, you will always search for that familiar voice in static, emotion in white noise, magic in reality. And reality is, you’ll always have that void and it won’t ever be filled because it’s there and it exists from experience. And it won’t be until you realize that, do you finally understand that falling in love again is and could be far greater because you are so lucky if love finds you again, even if it has to force itself into the little crevice you try to fill with needless other unnecessary things. Because this time, you are aware, educated and knowing. Because if you really ever do fall in love again, you can differentiate real from lust and if it’s real, you know better how to love, and what it is to be loved.
Because you’ll wake up one day and realize your heartache has gone and that you’ve outgrown your old jeans. And to heal and know that you’ve healed is one of the best feelings of triumph. You’re allowed to be scared shitless, it would be more absurd if you weren’t, if your first love did not leave a few scars. But at the same time, it’s nice to know that you still have it in you to feel this way, regardless of the unknown possibility that the second or third or so on times you fall in love will work, when you swore you wouldn’t, again.
“That old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air… Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.”—Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose (via aestheticintrovert)