"Well, now that we have seen each other,” said the unicorn, “if you’ll believe in me, I’ll believe in you.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland And Through The Looking Glass
I’m not strange, weird, off, nor crazy, my reality is just different from yours.
|—||Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass|
It’s not that I don’t like people. It’s just that when I’m in the company of others - even my nearest and dearest - there always comes a moment when I’d rather be on the internet.
A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it’s in hot water.
|—||Eleanor Roosevelt (via observando)|
At a certain point in our lives, when we really need a clear-cut solution, the person who knocks at our door is, more likely than not, a messenger bearing bad news. This isn’t always the case, but from experience I’d say the gloomy reports far outnumber the others. The messenger touches his hand to his cap and looks apologetic, but that does nothing to improve the contents of the message. It isn’t the messenger’s fault. No good to blame him, no good to grab him by the collar and shake him. The messenger is just conscientiously doing the job his boss assigned him. And this boss? That would be none other than our old friend Reality.
|—||Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (via observando)|
If you don’t have a well-thought out dream, you can start by figuring out where you want to go. If you cannot see yourself fairly or accurately represented in the community you live (from restaurants to department stores to clothing choices to conversations at the dinner table) and nothing there makes you feel awake or alive, I suggest you start doing some research on some other communities.
|—||Kelly Cutrone (via observando)|
Wasn’t hitting bottom the thing you had to do to knock some sense into yourself? Wasn’t hitting bottom the thing that showed you which way was up?
|—||Rainbow Rowell, Attachments (via observando)|
Disassemble the cells of a sponge (by passing them through a sieve, for instance), then dump them into a solution, and they will find their way back together and build themselves into a sponge again. You can do this to them over and over, and they will doggedly reassemble because, like you and me and every other living thing, they have one overwhelming impulse: to continue to be.
|—||Bill Bryson, A Short History of Nearly Everything (via observando)|
When I understand myself, I understand you, and out of that understanding comes love. Love is the missing factor; there is a lack of affection, of warmth in relationship; and because we lack that love, that tenderness, that generosity, that mercy in relationship, we escape into mass action which produces further confusion, further misery. We fill our hearts with blueprints for world reform and do not look to that one resolving factor which is love.
|—||Jiddu Krishnamurti (via observando)|
The life of the enemy . Whoever lives for the sake of combating an enemy has an interest in the enemy’s staying alive.
|—||Friedrich Nietzsche (via observando)|