Sometimes you have to make a big mistake to figure out how to make things right. The stakes may be painful, but they’re the only way to find out who you really are. — (via thelovewhisperer)
Any idiot can publish a book. But if you want to write a good book, you’re going to have to set the bar higher than the marketplace’s. Which shouldn’t be too hard… Most great writers suffer and have no idea how good they are. Most bad writers are very confident. Be willing to be a child and be the Lilliputian in the world of Gulliver, the bat girl in Yankee Stadium. That’s a more fruitful way to be. — Mary Karr; Why We Write (via wordpainting)
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I’m going to find a way to be happy, and I’d really love to be happy with you, but if I can’t be happy with you, then I’ll find a way to be happy without you. — Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture (via katgotkurious)
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Words. Words. I play with words, hoping that some combination, even a chance combination, will say what I want. — Doris Lessing (via sorakeem)
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People inspire you, or they drain you — pick them wisely. — Hans F. Hansen (via wild-lion)
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I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them. — Oscar Wilde (via birthofasupervillain)
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I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want any one to know. — F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via 15natives)
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Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away. — F. Scott Fitzgerald (via themcgangbang)
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Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes. — The Winter of the Air (via sourwolfie)
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It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for. It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to know if you are willing to risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine. It doesn’t interest me where you live or how rich you are, I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and be sweet to the ones you love. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments of your life. — Jon Blais (via anditslove)
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I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving. — John Green (via aquaticwonder)
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