The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.
John Green, Looking for Alaska
The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.
don’t attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you’re lonely. Loneliness is the human condition. No one is ever going to fill that space. The best you can do is know yourself… know what you want.
This is an important lesson to remember when you’re having a bad day, a bad month, or a shitty year. Things will change: you won’t feel this way forever. And anyway, sometimes the hardest lessons to learn are the ones your soul needs most. I believe you can’t feel real joy unless you’ve felt heartache. You can’t have a sense of victory unless you know what it means to fail. You can’t know what it’s like to feel holy until you know what it’s like to feel really fucking evil. And you can’t be birthed again until you’ve died.
‘The horror of that moment,’ the King went on, ‘I shall never, never forget!’ ‘You will, though,’ the Queen said, ‘if you don’t make a memorandum of it. ‘
You don’t need water to feel like you’re drowning, do you?
Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.
Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens, that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.
Some people have lives; some people have music.
Nobody is ready for death. If you ask Joe Blow on the street, he aint gonna tell you he thinks he’ll live forever. But when the end is near you’ll realize you’ve been believing that all along. It’s like getting caught with your pants down. That’s why you gotta live, little one. Yeah stop and smell them roses.
Am I a good person? Deep down, do I even really want to be a good person, or do I only want to seem like a good person so that people (including myself) will approve of me? Is there a difference? How do I ever actually know whether I’m bullshitting myself, morally speaking?
People and their rituals. They cling to things so hard sometimes.
You don’t need water to feel like you’re drowning, do you?
Money matters but less than we think and not in the way that we think. Family is important. So are friends. Envy is toxic. So is excessive thinking. Beaches are optional. Trust is not. Neither is gratitude.
We had a good run, and now it’s over; what’s wrong with that?
How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.