Posts tagged quotes
I always worried someone would notice me, and then when no one did, I felt lonely.
— Curtis Sittenfeld
(Source: leslieseuffert)
There simply is no way to describe the past without lying. Our memories are not like fiction. They are fiction.
— Jonah Lehrer, “Imagine”
(Source: leslieseuffert)
Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer.
— Joseph Campbell
(Source: leslieseuffert)
Love is the flower you’ve got to let grow.
— John Lennon
(Source: leslieseuffert)
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
— Agatha Christie
(Source: leslieseuffert)
I suppose it’s a comfort, perhaps a sense of self-control, doing worse damage to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict.
— Chuck Palahniuk
(Source: leslieseuffert)
Being a woman is a terribly difficult task since it principally involves dealing with men.
— Joseph Conrad
Photography, as we all know, is not real at all. It is an illusion of reality with which we create our own private world.
— Arnold Newman
All that you touch and all that you see is all that your life will ever be.
— Roger Waters, “Breathe” by Pink Floyd
(Source: leslieseuffert)
I came for you, but your life was one long emergency.
— Bruce Springsteen, “For You”
(Source: leslieseuffert)
History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again.
— Maya Angelou
(Source: leslieseuffert)
Just once I knew what life was for.
In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood;
walked there along the Charles River,
watched the lights copying themselves,
all neoned and strobe-hearted, opening
their mouths as wide as opera singers;
counted the stars, my little campaigners,
my scar daisies, and knew that I walked my love
on the night green side of it and cried
my heart to the eastbound cars and cried
my heart to the westbound cars and took
my truth across a small humped bridge
and hurried my truth, the charm of it, home
and hoarded these constants into morning
only to find them gone.
In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood;
walked there along the Charles River,
watched the lights copying themselves,
all neoned and strobe-hearted, opening
their mouths as wide as opera singers;
counted the stars, my little campaigners,
my scar daisies, and knew that I walked my love
on the night green side of it and cried
my heart to the eastbound cars and cried
my heart to the westbound cars and took
my truth across a small humped bridge
and hurried my truth, the charm of it, home
and hoarded these constants into morning
only to find them gone.
The biggest human temptation is to settle for too little.
— Thomas Merton
(Source: jenini)
It is never too late to be what you might have been.
— George Eliot (1819-1880)
(Source: leslieseuffert)
