December 2011
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We cry not because we are weak. We cry because we have been strong for too long.
-unknown
p.s. i don’t have a specific love for london, but i chose this one now being more often in my hometown because of certain reasons. Besides i love its melancholy and adele’s voice in this song.
Adele, ‘Hometown Glory’
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“They say that every snowflake is different.
If that were true, how could the world go on?
How could we ever get up off our knees?
How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?
― Jeanette Winterson, ‘The Passion’
“I must be lean & write & make worlds beside this to live in.”
― Sylvia Plath
Mogwai, “Letters To The Metro”
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Why can’t we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn’t work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.
-Charles M. Schulz
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“Don’t pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world?”
― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
“So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that’s stolen from us—that’s snatched right out of our hands—even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of...
“I left the library. Crossing the street, I was hit head-on by a brutal loneliness. I felt dark and hollow. Abandoned, unnoticed, forgotten, I stood on the sidewalk, a nothing, a gatherer of dust. People hurried past me. and everyone who walked by was happier than I. I felt the old envy. I would have given anything to be one of them.” ― Nicole Krauss, “The History of Love”
Not sad
“Mom?” I said. She turned. “Can I talk to you about something?”
“Of course, darling. Come here.”
I took a few steps into the room. There was so much I wanted to say.
“I need you to be —” I said, and then I started to cry.
“Be what?” she said, opening her arms.
“Not sad,” I said.”
― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love ...
The saddest five words: You are not here anymore.
“My world falls apart, crumbles, “The centre cannot hold.” There is no integrating force, only the naked fear, the urge of self-preservation. I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralysed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness. I never thought. I never wrote, I never suffered. I want {…} to escape from responsibility, to crawl back abjectly into the...
“The truth is, once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.”
– ‘Tuesday at Morrie’s’ by Mitch Albom
