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Oh, alright. Tonight is telling us we're way too young
Oh, that's alright, I've forever on the tip of my tongue.
You stole tapes and a flashlight on a summer night from my car. I felt something in a lightning storm. With heavy rain and thunder like melted storm, yeah. When everything seems to wash away, I want to put just two feet on the ground, ground, ground, ground, ground!
The beautiful thing about memories is that they are yours; whether they are good, bad, or indifferent. They belong to you, and no matter where life takes you, your memories tie you to where you've been, and to where you are now.
I just think happiness
is what makes people pretty.
Period.
Happy people are beautiful.
And all our hopes. And all our friends. Through parking lots it's where we've been. Shoes have grown mighty old, pants faded knees with holes, stitched up now silver thread. Fixed up now like I said, boy. You'll be okay, boy. Your silver thread, boy. Your silver tiles. Your silver bones.
The mind may have forgotten, but the body remembers everything -in the melody of a song, in a rip of a dress, in a taste stuck at the tip of your tongue, in the freckled constellation splattered across your light skin, in a look not mean to be a look, in the movement their hips against yours, in a graze between nervous hands, in the loud beat of your beating heart. In one moment, the body remembers everything so vividly, so wildly, as if it were experiencing it the first time & the last time combined - an explosion of sorts that will never seem to leave with time. These things have become pieces of us, that have found a way to stay forever, as much as we deny it ever happened. But the reality is that it was never a figment - in fact, it was our realest dream somehow brought to life.
Don’t you dare tell me nothing matters.
Everything matters.
Every fucking drop of rain, every ray of sunlight,
every wisp of cloud matters
and they matter because I can see them
and if I can see them then they can see me
and I know that there’s an entire world
that cares out there,
hiding behind a world that doesn’t,
afraid to show who it really is and with or without you,
I will drag that world out of the dirt
and the blood and the muck until we live in it.
Until we all live in it.
I hope you know
you're beautiful;
today, tomorrow
and for every day
I remember you.
I’m just gonna keep my eyes closed. Because this is like that moment in the morning when you first wake up and you’re still half asleep and everything seems… things are possible, dreams feel true and for that one moment between waking and dreaming anything can be real… and then you open your eyes and the sun hits you and realize – I’m just gonna keep my eyes closed.
You know what is such a beautiful thing? People. In general. Everyone. People. Ah, I love them. All. Because they know things. They see things in a way I never have. They let me into their mind and let me explore and let me dig in the cavernous areas that they don’t let everyone into. It’s such a beautiful thing to be trusted and to trust and to love and to be loved. I am in awe of the world.
I do not want to think about you walking towards me or taking me to the places I have never been. I do not want to think about you at night, when no one is thinking of me. I do not want to love you, so I am giving you to the other girls; they can have you and the sun that smiles down on you, they can have you and the sky that opens for you. They can have you, and they can keep you.
I’m sorry I didn’t know
I loved you then.
I’m sorry I broke you;
I miss you so,
I guess we’re even.
"I might slip through the cracks; I might end up on the other side. Perhaps it will be on purpose; perhaps I’ll have barely tried. He may be standing before me, he maybe wants to talk. Two little birds flew overhead and told me I should walk. So why am I not walking? Why am I so still? Where do i sign up for another empty thrill? The present is nonexistent, the future is the past. The black on black and shades of gray are failing to contrast. So watch me as I fall away from everything I should be. My hopes and dreams present themselves, but I can barely see."
And if you look a little closer, you'll see that if a person believes that life is terrible, they’ll constantly look for proof of this, to confirm their view of the world. They’ll find quotes and situations and events in their life and magnify them a hundred times. If a person believes that life is wonderful, they’ll look for the corresponding signage and behave in a similar manner to the previous person with their view of the world. Often, this is the same person on different days of the week. - I Wrote This For You
That night I started to think about belief. Maybe it's not even advisable to be an optimist. Maybe pessimism is something we have to apply daily, like moisturizer, otherwise how do you bounce back when reality batters your belief system, and love does not, as promised, conquer all? Is hope a drug we need to go off of, or is it keeping us alive?
- Sex and the City
You know what I want more than anything in the world right now? To talk to you, to be with you, this very instant. I want to sit across from you Indian style and look into your eyes and see for myself exactly how they change color in the light. I want to hold your hand in the palm of mine, and trace every line with my fingertips.
I am a jumble of passions,
misgivings, and wants.
It seems that I am always
in a state of wishing and
rarely in a state of contentment.
You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you. - Chuck Palahniuk
Memories like fireflies, a green hue of imagery.
But much too random to see clearly.
And I don't recall much between you and me,
Grey and cloudy,
this tragedy plays itself over again in my mind.
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I wish it could be simple, like a retro pop song, "I want you to want me." Boom. End of story. We all live happily ever after. But it's never really like that, is it?
-John Tucker Must Die
We just get the one life, you know. Just one. You can't live someone else's or think it's more important just because it's more dramatic. What happens matters. Maybe only to us, but it matters.
- Ghost Town
Music is everybody's business. It's only the publishers who think people own it.
- John Lennon
I hadn't understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another. They lost their names. Only 'yesterday' and 'tomorrow' still had any meaning for me.
"How can you say that? You think I want this? That I don't care? Believe me, I want to be here, to do things. I want to graduate from high school. I want to go to the stupid Winter Formal. I have this friend, and it would be fun to go with him. Just to dance, hear lame music, to wear a silly dress and laugh and stuff. I'd like to go. There's a lot I'd like to do. You know, I'd love to ice skate at Rockefeller Center. And I'd love to see my cousins grow up, see who they become 'cause they're really mean and I think they're gonna be fat. I'd love to backpack. Or, I don't know, fall in love. But I won't...I just never will."
Once you find your other half you ask yourself how you lived before, because when you didn't have it, you didn't know it was missing. Once you finally find it something amazing happens. You not only find beauty in yourself, but you find beauty in another person. Knowing that other person sees that same thing in you, well it's astonishing.
Don't you know that
dreams are fragile things?
- A Troll In Central Park
Somewhere, things must be beautiful and vivid. Somewhere else, life has to be beautiful and vivid and rich. Not like this muted palette- a pale blue bedroom, washed out sunny sky, dull green yellow brown of the fields. Here, I know every twist of the road, every blade of grass, every face in this town, and I am suffocating.
I think we spend too much time wondering why we're not good enough - we spend too much time overanalyzing, over-thinking, and overreacting. We waste too much time putting ourselves down, so much that we don't ever stop to see that well, we are good enough. You are good enough. We spend too much time with our heads down and hearts closed; and never get a chance to look up from the ground and see that the sun is shining and tomorrow is another day.
And if you look a little closer, you'll see that if a person believes that life is terrible, they’ll constantly look for proof of this, to confirm their view of the world. They’ll find quotes and situations and events in their life and magnify them a hundred times. If a person believes that life is wonderful, they’ll look for the corresponding signage and behave in a similar manner to the previous person with their view of the world. Often, this is the same person on different days of the week.
There's always something
left, if two people really
loved each other
All I can do is be me, whoever that is. All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie. All this talk about equality. The only thing people really have in common is that they are all going to die. This world is ruled by violence. No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky. Yesterday's just a memory, tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be.
“It’s laughing with your friend at a time when you shouldn’t. It’s the sweat in your palms wanting to know someone you see and the pit in your stomach when they actually see you. It’s being touched by hands that aren’t your own. It’s the thrill of an escape that almost wasn’t. it’s the embarrassment you feel, naked for the first time. It’s helping a friend find something they lost. It’s a smile, a joke, a song. It’s what someone does that they like doing. It’s what someone does that they like remembering. It’s the thinking of things you m ay never do and the doing of things you may never have though. It’s the road ahead and the road behind. It’s the first step and the last and every one in between, because they all make up the good life.” –The Good Life
You measure yourself
by the people who
measure themselves by you.
- The Bucket List
I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
--When Harry Met Sally
I love books, by the way, way more than movies. Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself. Movies show you the pink house. A good book tells you there's a pink house and lets you paint some of the finishing touches, maybe choose the roof style,park your own car out front. My imagination has always topped anything a movie could come up with.
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.
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
I do not care what car you drive, where you live. If you know someone who knows someone who knows someone. If your clothes are this year's cutting edge. If your trust fund is unlimited. If you are A-list or B-list or never-heard-of-you list. I only care about the words that flutter from your mind. They are the only thing you truly own. The only thing I will remember you by. I will not fall in love with your bones and skin. I will not fall in love with the places you have been. I will not fall in love with anything but the words that flutter from your extraordinary mind.
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.
I like the stars.
It’s the illusion
of permanence.
I can pretend that
things last, that lives
last longer than moments.
Good afternoon. My name is Edward Cole. I don't know what most people say at these occasions because in all honesty, I've tried to avoid them. The simplest thing is I loved him and I miss him. Carter and I saw the world together, which is amazing when you think that only three months ago we were complete strangers. I hope that it doesn't sound selfish of me, but the last months of his life were the best months of mine. He saved my life, and he knew it before I did. I'm deeply proud that this man found it worth his while to know me. In the end, I think it's safe to say that we brought some joy to one another's lives, so one day, when I go to some final resting place, if I happen to wake up next to a certain wall with a gate, I hope that Carter's there to vouch for me and show me the ropes on the other side.
- The Bucket List
"It happened right then; he looked at me, and it was the thing I'd been waiting for but didn't know it. I don't mean anything corny like I fell in love or even into a crush or anything like that. It was more a feeling like when I'd get picked first for volleyball or find one of those stupid school candygrams in my locker.
It was knowing someone else thought about me for more than one second,
maybe even thought about me when I wasn't there."
" hell, i've always been old Ben. you know what though? i don't mind. i mean if my muscles ache, it's because i've used them. it's hard for me to walk up them steps now, it's 'cause i walked up 'em every night to lay next to a man who loved me. i got a few wrinkles here and there, but i've laid under thousands of skies with sunny days. i look and feel this way well 'cause i drank and i smoked, i lived and i loved, danced, sang, sweat and screwed my way through a pretty damn good life if you ask me. getting old ain't bad Ben, getting old, that's earned."
But I also hoped that she had chosen California because she thought that was her true home, the place where she really belonged, where it was always warm and you could dance in the rain, pick grapes right off the vines, and sleep outside at night under the stars
It was silly of us
to look for qualities
in each other that
we never had.
- The Painted Veil
Dreams and coffee and sunrises make up the rhythms of the road. Music is a part of it, too: the popular music on the jukeboxes and radio stations. You hear it constantly, in diners and on car radios. The music has a rhythm that fits the steady drumming of tires over pavement. It seeps into your bloodstream. After a while it ceases to make any difference whether or not you like the stuff. When you’re traveling alone, a nameless rider with a succession of strangers, it can give you a comforting sense of the familiar to hear the same music over and over
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Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.
You know what? I was wrong. You are an idiot. My life happens to, on occasion, suck beyond the telling of it. Sometimes more than I can handle. And it's not just mine. Every single person down there is ignoring your pain because they're too busy with their own.
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery, air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “this is what it is to be happy.”-The Bell Jar; Sylvia Plath
"It’s laughing with your friend at a time when you shouldn’t. It’s the sweat in your palms wanting to know someone you see and the pit in your stomach when they actually see you. It’s being touched by hands that aren’t your own. It’s the thrill of an escape that almost wasn’t. It’s the embarrassment you feel, naked for the first time. It’s helping a friend find something they lost. It’s a smile, a joke, a song. It’s what someone does that they like doing. It’s what someone does that they like remembering. It’s the thinking of things you may never do and the doing of things you may never have thought. It’s the road ahead and the road behind. It’s the first step and the last and every one in between, because they all make up the good life."-The Good Life.
“He knows my agony, but next to his happiness what can it mean? It’s like having your health on a spring day when your friend has the flu. You can serve her some chicken soup, bring her flowers, but the blue sky, the birds, the light in the trees, that sense of possibility shining behind her heavy curtains, it makes you want to leave the room where she’s aching & you do, & you forget all about her.”
-Thank You for the Music
All I want to do
is rock your soul.
When faced with tragedy, we gather as many people around us as we possibly can. Mere acquaintances become best friends. Enemies become kindred spirits. We need people so later we can look back and say, "I went through that with them." People who can remind us that what we experienced, what we felt, was real.
That we were there. So on that morning in early December, when we were all roused from our cozy dorm rooms just as the gray mist of dawn had started to rise, everyone set about finding that group to cling to. Someone to link arms with to make us feel less vulnerable, less unsure. Less like the world was on the verge of caving in. There seems to be a kind of order in the universe, in the movement of the stars and the turning of the earth and the changing of the seasons, and even in the cycle of human life. But human life itself is almost pure chaos. Everyone takes his stance, asserts his own rights and feelings, mistaking the motives of others, and his own.
- Katherine Anne Porter
Oh, there are so many lives. How we wish we could live them concurrently instead of one by one by one. We could select the best pieces of each, stringing them together like a strand of pearls. But that's not how it works. A human life is a beautiful mess.
The human story does not always unfold like a mathematical calculation on the principle that two and two make four. Sometimes in life they make five or minus three; and sometimes the blackboard topples down in the middle of the sum and leaves the class in disorder and the pedagogue with a black eye.
-Winston Churchill
Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking. Can’t we give ourselves one more chance? Why can’t we give love that one more chance? Cause love’s such an old fashioned word and love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night. And love dares you to change our ways of caring about ourselves.
Sometimes we're forced
to bend the truth,
transform it,
cause we're faced
with things that are not
of our own making.
And sometimes things
simply catch up to us
And it was summer. Don't hide your sunburn, wear that shirt that's cut so low. I know you thought you loved her, but couldn't trust her. So let's take this extra slow, sleeping in and we're nowhere near the weekend. Waking up inside a basement with my best friends. We chased our dreams from nine to five but when the sun goes down is when we felt alive.
Endings are never easy. I always build them up so much in my head that they can't possibly live up to my expectations and I just end up disappointed. I'm not even sure why it matters to me so much how things end. I guess it's because we all want to believe that what we do is very important. That people hang on to our every word, that they care what we think. The truth is, you should consider yourself lucky if you even occasionally get to make someone, anyone, feel a little better. As my mind drifted to faces I've seen before, I was taken to memories of family, of coworkers, of lost loves... even of those who have left us. And as I rounded that corner they all came at me in a wave of shared experience. And even though it felt warm and safe, I knew it had to end. It's never good to live in the past too long. The future can be whatever I want it to be. And who's to say this isn't what happens? Who can tell me that my fantasies won't come true, just this once?
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
- Scrubs
Let's toast to the lists that we hold in our fist o f the things
that we promised to do differently next time. As you once thought I was, make me beautiful. Sitting on the bed side you glanced, slightly to the right but in my path. Make me beautiful with your eyes. Sitting on a bed of roses and sifting through pictures we never had. Make me beautiful with your eyes. I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, 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 of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.
-Jonathan Safran Foer
A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.
-The Twits
What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed in there, regardless. It wasn't just about blood relations or shared chromosomes, but something wider, bigger. We have many families over time. Our family of origin, the family we created, and the groups you moved through while all of this was happening: friends, lovers, sometimes even strangers. None of them perfect and we couldn't expect them to be. You can't make any one person your world. The trick was to take what each could give you and build your world from it.
-Lock and Key by Sarah Dessen
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We need not be afraid to touch, to feel, to show emotion. The easiest thing in the world is to be what you are, what you feel. The hardest thing to be is what other people want you to be.
-Leo Buscaglia
The universe has its secrets. Extra dimensions of space might be one of them. If so, the universe has been hiding those dimensions, protecting them, keeping them coyly under wraps. From a casual glance, you would never suspect a thing.
And the freeway held such beautiful chances. For singing over the radio and teenage romances. Holding hands with hearts beating faster. And singing like tonight would never end.
It’s like in the great stories - the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you.
-The Lord of the Rings
I want people to feel an immediate happiness and cheerfulness when they are around me. To make a difference in someone’s life. I want to make an impression in someone’s life, so that even though I may be delicate and fragile, my footprints are permanent within the hearts of the ones I've touched.
I just want to sit with you.
We could talk or,
we could just sit.
You could hold my hand
or maybe make me laugh.
But, just being—
it seems so endless that—
it’s enough when it comes to you.
Maybe it makes sense now. Maybe somewhere in all of this there’s a reason. Maybe somewhere in all of this there’s a why. Maybe somewhere there’s that thing that lets you tie it all up with a neat bow and bury it in the backyard. But nothing, not getting angry, not prayers, and not tears, nothing can make something that happened unhappen.
-United States of Leland
I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time.
-Forrest Gump
It's a still life water color of a now late afternoon. As the sun shines through the curtained lace and shadows wash the room, and we sit and drink our coffee couched in our indifference, like shells upon the shore you can hear the ocean roar. In the dangling conversation and the superficial sighs, the borders of our lives.
When it comes to love, you need not fall but rather surrender, surrender to the idea that you must love yourself before you can love another. You must absolutely trust yourself before you can absolutely trust another and most importantly you must accept your flaws before you can accept the flaws of another.
Philosophy: Falling in Love
Our earth is round, and, among other things, that means that you and I can hold completely different points of view and both be right. The difference of our positions will show stars in your window I cannot even imagine. Your sky may burn with light, while mine, at the same moment, spreads beautiful to darkness. Still we must choose how we separately corner the circling universe of our experience. Once chosen, our cornering will determine the message of any star and darkness we encounter.
Obviously he's gorgeous.
But he's so bright,
and he has an
innate goodness about him
We lie together. Smiling and holding on to each other and the night and the moment. We stare into each other’s eyes and softly kiss, speaking and saying more with the movement of our lips and the tips of our fingers, more than words will allows us to say. Words can’t say this. The one word love means too little for what it is. It means everything and that is still not enough. It doesn’t communicate even a fraction of the feelings involved. Love. The word is not enough for what it is. Love. Love.
A Little Million Pieces, James Frey
We're just two misfits that no one else gets. Everyone else in the place became a silhouette. Soon as there was you it all comes in view. On my guitar I see those sparks When we have those conversations in the dark.
That dawn, we had left the sleepy wildflowers with our dancing footprints, our soft singing voices, falling into the arms of Jo Stafford's wandering voice, caressing her swaying, melodic voice with our tired longing.
"But just remember, darlin'," he whispers, drunken with every note.
"All the while, you belong to me." I laugh as he spins me on the quiet streets, secretly savoring the coldness of his fingertips, the child-like vigour in his eyes, silently weaving stories for my grandchildren,
stories of an apple blossom romance suns and moons and stars ago.
"And this is what oceans and days do to people," I would say, old and gray.
"For December was much too cold for longing."
He presses his chokecherry lips against my temple and I feel all of the dreams I've had of him sway hauntingly like ghosts in my head; he is the first boy to have ever noticed it.
- Everything Is Illuminated
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.
Everything about us
had an innocence,
but everything around us
was changing.
Looking back on when I started, had a lot of sun and a lot of rain. I had some joy and broken hearted. But now that doesn't mean a thing, I'm living for the joy and laughter. Longing for my befores and afters. All in all it's been cool and there's nothing I wouldn't do. I'm so happy being me.
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