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The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

-Robert Frost
No matter how often I think I can’t stand it anymore, I always do. There is no alternative. I don’t fall, I don’t foam at the mouth, faint, collapse or die. It’s the same for all of us. You can’t get out of the inside of your own head. Something keeps you going. Something always does.
Janice Galloway (via cybergirlfriend)

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That’s the best revenge of all: happiness. Nothing drives people crazier than seeing someone have a good fucking life
chuck palahniuk (via roygbiv5280)
My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.
Marcel Proust 

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One night I will say to it:
Heart, be still,
and it will.
Margaret Atwood, from “The Woman Who Could Not Live With Her Faulty Heart” (via sketchofthepast)
Carl [Sagan] wanted us to see ourselves not as the failed clay of a disappointed Creator but as starstuff, made of atoms forged in the fiery hearts of distant stars.
— We lost Carl Sagan 17 years ago today – here’s his timeless meditation on science and religion.  (via explore-blog)

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Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
— James Joyce, Ulysses
You cannot pray for an A on a test and study for a B. You cannot pray for a celestial marriage and live a telestial life. You cannot pray for something and act less.
— Tad R. Callister (via aurelle)

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You think because he doesn’t love you that you are worthless. You think that because he doesn’t want you anymore that he is right - that his judgement and opinion of you are correct. If he throws you out, then you are garbage. You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to him. Don’t. It’s a bad word, ‘belong.’ Especially when you put it with somebody you love. Love shouldn’t be like that. Did you ever see the way the clouds love a mountain? They circle all around it; sometimes you can’t even see the mountain for the clouds. But you know what? You go up top and what do you see? His head. The clouds never cover the head. His head pokes through, beacuse the clouds let him; they don’t wrap him up. They let him keep his head up high, free, with nothing to hide him or bind him. You can’t own a human being. You can’t lose what you don’t own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don’t, do you? And neither does he. You’re turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? He can’t value you more than you value yourself.
I feel like a defective model, like I came off the assembly line flat-out fucked and my parents should have taken me back for repairs before the warranty ran out.
— Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation
People do not seem to realise that their opinion of the world is also a confession of their character.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (via creatingaquietmind)
Childhood is a knife stuck in your throat. It can’t be easily removed.
— Incendies (2010)
to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.
— “The Thing Is”, Ellen Bass (via contramonte)

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I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more.
Maurice Sendak

You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that? And I said,
Where can I put it down?

Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay (via seabois)

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There must be more to life than having everything.
— Maurice Sendak