(1264)
You think there’s nothing out there for you, but there is.
You just can’t see it.
Water for Elephants
(1263)
It’s so curious: one can resist tears and ‘behave’
very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then
someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window,
or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday
has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer
… and everything collapses.
Colette
(1262)
Love doesn’t have to be on Valentine’s Day.
It doesn’t have to be by the time you turn eighteen
or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesn’t have to conform
to whatever is usual. It doesn’t have to be kismet at once,
or rhapsody by the third day. It just has to be.
In time. In place. In spirit.
It just has to be.
(1261)
I forgive not because I became a saint,
but because I’m tired of hating.
but because I’m tired of hating.
Paulo Coelho
(1260)
It’s funny how you can forget everything
except people loving you. Maybe that’s why humans
find it so hard getting over love affairs.
It’s not the pain they’re getting over, it’s the love.
(1259)
People are not bombs, bullets,
they’re not a color of skin, a sexual orientation.
They’re not male or female,
they’re not a nationality, they’re not a flag.
They’re human beings.
(1258)
You can only hurt someone until there’s nothing left to hurt.
(1257)
You never really understand a person
until you consider things from his point of view—
until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.
Harper Lee
(1256)
What kills love? Only this: neglect.
Jeanette Winterson
(1255)
I forgive not because I became a saint,
but because I’m tired of hating.
(1254)
If you end up with a boring miserable life
because you listened to your mom, your dad,
your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television
telling you how to do your shit,
then you deserve it.
Frank Zappa