Her eyes were those of someone who’s just fallen in love, someone who sees nothing but her lover, someone who has no fear of anything. The eyes of someone who believes that every dream will come true, that reality will move if you just give it a push. — Banana Yoshimoto, Asleep. (Grove Press August… Continue reading Banana Yoshimoto
When I say, “I love you,” it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand… Continue reading Joss Whedon
Of course Evil’s afoot. If it had switched to the metric system it’d be up to a meter by now. ― Jim Butcher
Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. ― Carl Sandburg
And I somehow always felt less lonely when I was completely alone. – Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain (Atria, 2010)
There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even… Continue reading Unknown
I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up. ― Lauren Oliver, Delirium. (HarperCollins; Reprint edition, May 17, 2016) Originally published February 3rd 2011.
