The most intriguing people you will encounter in this life are the people who had insights about you, that you didn’t know about yourself. —Shannon L. Alder
Not a day has gone by in my life when I haven’t thought about death. Or when the thought of death hasn’t touched me in some way. But then something curious happend. What happend was…I developed an abscess with early signs of blood poisoning and the swelling had to be cut away. I felt a little jab…and then…nothing. Eight hours of my life, you see…are completely obliterated. This fascinated me, because I thought - Is this what death is like? You’re a light that’s lit. And then one day it’s extinguished. And there’s nothing - no flame left. So death is nothing to be afraid of. —Ingmar Bergman
I love you, but I’m mad at you
is one of the most freeing, important things you can say in a stable relationship. Does that make sense? To know that you have the ability and the right to be mad at someone and know that it doesn’t mean things are over, that it doesn’t mean things are irreparable. That it just means I’m mad, but God, I love you. I love you. Now leave me alone.
To be good, to save nothing (via nonelikejesus)
And that goes for non-romantic relationships. This can be true of platonic friendships, familial relationships, etc.
but this body
is home, my childhood
is buried here, my sleep
rises and sets inside,
crested and wore itself thin
between these bones -
I live here. — Lisel Mueller, from “A Nude by Edward Hopper,” Poetry (July 1967)
Did you mean to be this way?
Did you mean to become
something you didn’t mean? —Tim Seibles, from “Mosaic,” in Poetry (Vol. CCIII, No. 6, March 2014)
I’m half child half ancient. —Bjork on her age
You lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world that’s inside you. —Haruki Murakami
How wonderful it is, to be silent with someone. —Kurt Tucholsky, Schloss Gripsholm/Castle Gripsholm
… Her body full of sentences and moments, as if awaking from sleep with a heaviness caused by unremembered dreams. —Michael Ondaatje, from The English Patient (McClelland and Stewart, 1992)