We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity. — Paulo Coelho (via forgettingthesefears)

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There are so many other wonderful things that eyes could see if they really focused. Life’s kind of like a painting. A really bizarre abstract painting. You could look at it and think that all it is is a blur. And you can continue living your life thinking that all it is is a blur. But if you really look at it, really see it, focus on it and use your imagination, life can become so much more. That paint could be of the sea, the sky, people, buildings, a butterfly on a flower or anything except the blur you were once convinced it was. — If you could see me now (via twistedtheory)

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I remember thinking how easy it is to speak in clichés, to steal a line from pulp fiction and let it fall. We can only hover around the inexpressible with our words anyway, and there is comfort in saying what we have heard before. — Siri Hustvedt (via auresco)

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That’s what I believe. I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is improbably biased toward consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it- or my observation of it- is temporary? — John Green (via infinitives)

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I have so much to say when I’m alone, but whenever I’m in the presence of another person I forget it all. During those moments, it’s as if another person takes over, someone who has no ability to process complicated thoughts into words. Something is trapping me, and I don’t know what it is. The less I know about it, the stronger it becomes and my grasp on the outside world gets weaker and weaker. The only way I’ve been able to explain my thoughts is through writing. I fear that with time, it will take this too, and all my channels with reality will be broken. — Thoughts (04.02.2012)

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It’s the best kind of devastating there is. He took his pain and he turned it into something beautiful. Into something that people connect to. And that’s what good music does. It speaks to you. It changes you. What I’m trying to say is, it’s just nice, I guess, knowing that someone else can put into words what I feel. That there are people who have been through things worse than I have, and they came out on the other side okay. Not only that, but they have made some kind of twisted, messed up sense of the completely senseless. They made it mean something. These songs tell me I’m not alone. If you look at it that way, music…music can see you through anything. — Hannah Harrington, Saving June (via penseurs)

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That’s the American Dream: to make your life into something you can sell. — Chuck Palahniuk  (via whatokay)

Why are we so obsessed with the truth—begging for it, asking for it, demanding it, when all we really want to do is confirm our own vision of reality? — Jorge Volpi (via whatokay)

Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Do not be afraid. — Frederick Buechner (via quota-tions)

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But he could not help it. No one can help it. One is a realist. One has put up with it all ever since childhood; one has had the courage to look it full in the eye, possibly courage enough to look it in the eye all one’s life long. Then one day the distances beckon with their floating possibilities, and in one’s hands are the admission tickets, two slips of blue paper. One is a realist no longer. One has finished putting up with it all, one no longer has the courage to look it in the eye, one is in the power of beckoning hospitable distances, floating possibilities, perhaps forever afterwards. Perhaps one’s life is over. — Halldor Laxness (via whatokay)

Do not feel lonely, the entire universe is inside you! — Rumi (via thefreenomad)

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When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life. — John Lennon (via linda-rr)

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Though the body moves, the soul may stay behind. — Murasaki Shikibu (via in-finitus)

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This life is what you make it. Not matter what, you’re going to mess up sometimes, it’s a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you’re going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they’ll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, somg go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they’re your true best friends. Don’t let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they’ll come and go too. And babve, I hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can’t give up becuase if you give up, you’ll never find your soul mate. You’ll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn’t mean you’re gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don’t, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life’s a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about. — Marilyn Monroe (via omoso)

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