Posted 3 hours ago
We are, in the end, a sum of our parts, and when the body fails, all the virtues we hold dear go with it.
Susannah Cahalan, Brain on Fire: My Month of Madness
Posted 5 hours ago
Listen carefully to me, darling, because I’m giving you fair warning that I won’t let you do this to us. You gave me your love, and I will not let you take it away. The harder you try, the harder I’ll fight you. I’ll haunt your dreams at night, exactly the way you have haunted mine every night I was away from you. You’ll lie awake in bed at night, wanting me, and you’ll know I’m lying awake wanting you. And when you can’t stand it anymore you’ll come back to me and I’ll be there waiting for you. I’ll cry in your arms, and I’ll tell you I’m sorry for everything I have done and you’ll help me find a way to forgive myself.
Judith McNaught, Almost Heaven
Posted 7 hours ago
When I feel angry, I want to say something mean, or yell, or hit. But feeling like I want to is not the same as doing it. Feeling can’t hurt anyone or get me into trouble, but doing can.
Cornelia Maude Spelman, When I Feel Angry
Posted 10 hours ago
Teach the ignorant as much as you can; society is culpable in not providing a free education for all and it must answer for the night which it produces. If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.
Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Posted 12 hours ago
I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech.
Jeffrey McDaniel
Posted 14 hours ago
I’ve hurt you terribly my love, and I’ll hunt you again during the next fifty years. And you are going to hurt me, Ian-never I hope as much as you are hurting me now. But if that’s the way it has to be, then I’ll endure it, because the only alternative is to live without you, and that is no life at all. And the difference is that I know it, and you don’t…not yet…
Judith McNaught, Almost Heaven
Posted 16 hours ago
The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one’s grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.
E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly
Posted 18 hours ago
Why is it when you yield, I feel like the one who has been conquered?
Judith McNaught, A Kingdom of Dreams
Posted 20 hours ago
To be wronged is nothing, unless you continue to remember it.
Posted 23 hours ago
When you hold a grudge, you want someone else’s sorrow to reflect your level of hurt but the two rarely meet.
Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience
Posted 1 day ago
I had asked him many times why he stayed, and he always said the same thing: “Because I love you, and I wanted to, and I knew you were in there.” No matter how damaged I had been, he had loved me enough to still see me somewhere inside.
Susannah Cahalan, Brain on Fire: My Month of Madness
Posted 2 days ago
What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.
Posted 2 days ago
I have had to experience so much stupidity, so many vices, so much error, so much nausea, disillusionment and sorrow, just in order to become a child again and begin anew. I had to experience despair, I had to sink to the greatest mental depths, to thoughts of suicide, in order to experience grace.
Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
Posted 2 days ago
It’s not a big thing, but I guess it’s true—big things are often just small things that are noticed.
Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger
Posted 2 days ago
There are some battles, no matter how much you don’t want to fight them, that you just have to fight. That are worth giving your life for.
Paullina Simons, The Bronze Horseman