Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
Each of us is alone in the world. It takes great courage to meet the full force of your aloneness. … When you face your aloneness, something begins to happen. Gradually, the sense of bleakness changes into a sense of true belonging. This is a slow and open-ended transition but it is utterly vital in order to come into rhythm with your own individuality.
John O’Donohue (Eternal Echoes: Celtic Reflections on Our Yearning to Belong)
I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.
the woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. the woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before.
— albert einstein
let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism,
to rain on the roof and instant coffee,
to unemployment insurance and library cards,
to absinthe and good-hearted landlords,
to music and warm bodies and contraceptives…
and to the ‘good life’, whatever it is
and wherever it happens to be.”
— hunter s. thompson
Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.
Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.
"The bruises go away, and so does how you hate, and so does the feeling that everything you receive from life is something you have earned."
-Jonathan Safran Foer (Everything Is Illuminated)
And what we students of history always learn is that the human being is a very complicated contraption and that they are not good or bad but are good and bad and the good comes out of the bad and the bad out of the good, and the devil take the hindmost.” All the King’s Men, Robert Penn Warren
Open your mouth only if what you are going to say is more beautiful than silence.
"She tells me that at least when she was younger she felt lost in her own special way. Now she just feels lost like everyone else."
Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
"We are caged by our cultural programming. Culture is a mass hallucination, and when you step outside the mass hallucination you see it for what it’s worth."- Terence McKenna
"The truth may be puzzling. It may take some work to grapple with. It may be counterintuitive. It may contradict deeply held prejudices. It may not be consonant with what we desperately want to be true. But our preferences do not determine what’s true." — Carl Sagan
“Think of how many religions attempt to validate themselves with prophecy. Think of how many people rely on these prophecies, however vague, however unfulfilled, to support or prop up their beliefs. Yet has there ever been a religion with the prophetic accuracy and reliability of science? … No other human institution comes close.” - Carl Sagan
But the problem with me was that as soon as I started thinking about getting it together, I got this mad craving desire to fuck it up.
— Rebecca Godfrey
You forget all of it anyway.
First, you forget everything you learned — the dates of the Hay-Herran Treaty and the Pythagorean theorem. You especially forget everything you didn’t really learn, but just memorized the night before. You forget the names of all but one or two of your teachers, and eventually you’ll forget those, too. You forget your junior year class schedule and where you used to sit and your best friend’s home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times… Who knows what it will be for you? And eventually, but slowly, oh so slowly, you forget your humiliations — even the ones that seemed indelible just fade away. You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. Who went to a good college. Who threw the best parties. Who could get you pot. You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They’re the last to go. And then once you’ve forgotten enough, you love someone else.
Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac
I exist, that is all, and i find it nauseating.
Jean-Paul Sartre Nausea