söndag

“To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters.
We know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts. We share private family jokes.
We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys.
We live outside the touch of time.”

— Clara Ortega




“…Your light is seen, your heart is known, your soul is cherished by more people than you might imagine…If you knew how many others have been touched in wonderful ways by you, you would be astonished. If you knew how many people feel so much for you, you would be shocked…You are far more wonderful than you think you are… Rest with that. Rest easy with that.
Breathe again. You are doing fine. More than fine. Better than fine. You’re doin’ great. So relax. And love yourself today.”
— ~Neale Donald Walsch




“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”
— Steve Jobs

tisdag





“Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that’s just fabulous.”
— Sex and the City




måndag

“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”
— The History of Love, Nicole Krauss




Now I am quietly waiting for

the catastrophe of my personality

to seem beautiful again,

and interesting, and modern.


The country is grey and

brown and white in trees,

snows and skies of laughter

always diminishing, less funny

not just darker, not just grey.


It may be the coldest day of

the year, what does he think of

that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,

perhaps I am myself again.


~ Frank O’Hara