There should exist
A Word
Beyond choice
Before desperation
To encompass all
That love is
That duty does
That honour wields
So it might finally be but reasonable cost to both sides
Explaining that which defies explanation.
There should exist
A Word
Beyond choice
Before desperation
To encompass all
That love is
That duty does
That honour wields
So it might finally be but reasonable cost to both sides
Explaining that which defies explanation.
Hi you. Yes, you.
You’ve been telling yourself that you aren’t strong. A direct contradiction to the face you put out every morning; the one others filled with their own expectations and emotions judge you by. And that contradiction is killing you. Slowly.
You’re strong! You’re strong. Not every time, now. Not every hour of every day, and certainly not every day of every week.
It’s okay that you struggle with yourself and your mind, and the anxieties of work, which you can’t stop conflating with the anxieties of life. It’s okay when you feel like the people in your life with whom you can be vulnerable for their strength, no longer have their own secure foundation and so cannot carry you. It’s okay to want to take a break from them then, as you learn. It’s okay, too, to forgive them for being human, even as you forgive yourself for being the same. But then, remember, you are strong. You’ve just gotta pick yourself up.
“I missed you.”
There was a pause. Then Tariq turned to her with a half-grinning, half- grimacing look of distaste. ‘What’s the matter with you?’
In Tariq’s grimace, Laila learned that boys differed from girls in this regard. They didn’t make a show of friendship. They felt no urge, no need, for this sort of talk. Laila imagined it had been this way for her brothers too. Boys, Laila came to see, treated friendship the way they treated the sun: its existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly…
–A Thousand Splendid Suns, Khaled Hosseini
“Sometimes what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger – and sometimes it stunts you, embitters you, leaves you with lasting scars…”
– Arthur Chu
“She did not blame him: She blamed life. But he was an implacable protagonist in that life. At the mere hint of a doubt, he would push aside his plate and say: “This meal has been prepared without love.” In that sphere he would achieve moments of fantastic inspiration. Once he tasted some chamomile tea and sent it back, saying only: ” This stuff tastes of window.” Both she and the servants were surprised because they had never heard of anyone who had drunk boiled window, but when they tried the tea in an effort to understand: it did taste of window”
– Love In The Time of Cholera
“No, not rich,” he said. I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing.”
– Uncle Leo XII, Love In The Time of Cholera
“Never drink the Kool-aid of silence when it comes to love. You can’t shout into the void and not be heard. Love is such a wonderful, wonderful thing, it deserves to be heard.”
-Anon
“Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.”
– Andy Dufresne ( Shawshank Redemption)
“For what it’s worth: It’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
“Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird,
That cannot fly”
– Langston Hughes