true nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories
It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
Perfection does not exist. To understand this is the triumph of the human intelligence; to expect to possess it is the most dangerous kind of madness. -Alfred de Musset
Hotel rooms are funny things. They make everything look different. If people have to sleep with each other, sexually or platonically, they should do it in kitchens. The kitchen is the epicenter of truth in any home or building. You could never misconstrue a look or a word or a touch in the icy cool, compartmentalized presence of a fridge.
Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night's sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way too.
"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all of the lives I'm not living."
Translations are merely subjective approximations and that is how I feel about everything I say: it is not what I am thinking but merely the closest I can get to it using the faulty reductive constraints of language. And so often I think it is better to say nothing than to express what I feel inexactly. -Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You by Peter Cameron
I like the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all the change. I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.
She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.
Because when you're eighteen and someone says they love you, you believe them.
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses. It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses at the shade of the sheets and before all the stains and a few more of your least favourite things.
I'll tell you this. People don't fall in love with what's right in front of them. People want the dream. What they can't have. The more unattainable, the more attractive.
"My dear, here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place. And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as that." -Alice In Wonderland
you are the rain on the fire deep in the trees when no one was looking should i speak of this?
We'll put that old record on and dance to your favorite song, the one that I wish I made but wouldn't ever play because of the war in me that killed my self-esteem. But somehow when I'm with you, my state of mind improves.
I want something random, indescribable, beautiful, unexpected. I want to be caught off guard, and swept impossibly too high off my feet.
When it's all over I'll come back for another year.
Hey hey girl you're driving me insane. You're obnoxious when they're pretty, you're ecstatic when they're plain but this is my design, this is my roller coaster.
You grab my attention when you walk into the room. It could be midnight and I'm still thinking of you. I cannot control the feelings you got me going through. I want to be yours but, that's up to you.
My body is a past time, my mind is a simplejoy. I learned my lesson the hardest way, but you don't know me.
It would be a long while because, quite simply,
I was in love with New York.
I do not mean love in any colloquial way,
I mean that I was in love with the city,
the way you love the first person who ever touches you
and you never love anyone quite that way again.
And as I gently sip this drink, I think about my lack of future, And all the places I could learn to fall in love.
I will prepare, and some day my chance will come. - Abraham Lincoln
You can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you'd better know something. Let them have outer space. We got rock 'n' roll.
Your biggest challenge isn't someone else. It’s the ache in your lungs, the burning in your legs, and the voice inside you that says "can't". But you don't listen, you push harder. You hear the voice whisper "can" and you discover that the person you thought you were is no match for the one you really are.
Re-enact your legendary tragedy And do to me what has been done to you Is that the only point to all this misery? Is there any reason I should cry?
I know you've given all that you could give to me I know there'll come a day I understand Until then i'll be trying to solve your mystery And wonder why I couldn't make you stay
Smiling through denial – my specialty I thought that was a good thing for a while You gave me all your secrets were you testing me? How could I do anything but smile?
You talk too much. Maybe that's your way Of breaking up the silence That fills you up. But it doesn't sound the same
I'm in love with you. I apologize for the blunt delivery, but as problematic as this fact may be, I am in love with you. And I'm not feeling this because you're leaving and not because it feels good to feel this way, which, by the way, it does. I can't figure out the mathematics of this. I just know I love you.
You took off your clothes, left on the light. You stood there so brave, you used to be shy. Each feature improved, each movement refines and eyes like a showroom.
when it comes to teenage love, these are the years when else is he gonna leave flowers on your porch? or sit on the trampoline and count the stars with you? these are the years, you're only young once these are the years, don't let them pass you by
Based on your smile, I'm betting all of this might be over soon.
It's something about the way you shine in the light. You glow. Bright blue and pink in your cheeks. I just wanted you to know, you're not just another fish in the sea to me.
The sun is up, I'm so happy I could scream! And there's nowhere else in the world I'd rather be than here with you. It's perfect, it's all I ever wanted. I almost can't believe that it's for real.
there is always one person you love who becomes that definition it usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually this is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people
and ultimately he's going to find out how you dance, how you smell at every point in the day the fact that most of your friends are shallow, that you hate sitting in a window seat how you sometimes can't seem to listen how you have no ability to save receipts he's going to know all of it, everything about you he's going to know, and he's still going to love you
I'm not particularly interested in my past. I'm interested in my life now. I'm into the future. I mean, I feel like every time I do one of these things, everyone's always like, 'What was it like to be discovered?' When, sort of, like, really, at this point in time, I'm just here with you.
I tried my best to believe what you said. I read the books, I went to bed, and I still woke up again. Is there some flaw in 'forever'? Must be because when we're together... The sky, it's bright for a while, then it fades. Lucky me, I've got three hours left. Lucky me, I've got this heart in my chest. Lucky me, I've got this four leaf clover. Look at me, I can tie my own shoes. Look at me, I lie just as good as you. Whenever I please. So please spare me the consequence, just leave the note on the steps. You don't have to read what you already know.
When people walk away from you, let them walk. Don’t try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring for you, coming to see you, or staying attached to you. When people walk away, let them walk. Your destiny isn’t tied to anybody that left. Maybe you just have to sleep in someone else's bed. Maybe you just have to keep searching for something better than perfect, which you know will never exist. It's cut and drawn.
I love a pretty sadness in a face that
varies every now and then,
like changeable colors into a smile. --Sir George Etherege
