Life is about doing things that don’t suck with people who don’t suck.
Probably for every man there is at least one city that sooner or later turns into a girl. How well or how badly the man actually knew the girl doesn’t necessarily affect the transformation. She was there, and she was the whole city, and that’s that.
—
J.D. Salinger, “A Girl I Knew”
The same goes for women too.
In your twenties, you’re practically a slave to your dreams. You abuse your body and mind to make your dreams come true.
Desperation is like a spilled drink: even if it’s delicious, no one will get near it. Cultivate an aura of glamorous unapproachability.
— Daniel Handler
Travel is so rewarding that it should take precedence over other things younger people spend money on.
We live in time - it holds us and molds us - but I never felt I understood it very well. And I’m not referring to theories about how it bends and doubles back, or may exist elsewhere in parallel versions. No, I mean ordinary, everyday time, which clocks and watches assure us passes regularly: tick-tock, click-clock. Is there anything more plausible than a second hand? And yet it takes only the smallest pleasure or pain to teach us time’s malleability. Some emotions speed it up, others slow it down; occasionally, it seems to go missing - until the eventual point when it really does go missing, never to return.
— Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending
poetryoverprose:
Christmas was pretty awesome this year, hope you all can say the same!
I concur!
Why do we pursue information that we know will never leave our heads?
— Dave Eggers, How We Are Hungry
You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.
➜ Misleading Most,: This is for the quiet types.
stateofjoe:
This is for the ones who are called out for having no personality. For the ones who prefer to sit alone at lunch. For the ones who don’t want anyone else in their room.
The world frowns upon us for being quiet - but in our silence, we dream. We imagine new universes and dimensions that those who do nothing but talk can never fathom.
The world frowns upon us for being guarded - but those who are guarded can never be hurt. And if love can occur within fiberoptic wires and telephone lines, then why the hell can’t it happen even with a suit of armor?
The world frowns upon us for being distant - but if from far away we are felt, and from far away we can feel, then distance is enough.
Distance may be exactly what we need.
