I hate goodbyes, but hating them is never a justification to stay.
My eyes move from side to side. I try to focus but I can’t. I know why I’m here and I don’t know why I’m here. I understand, and then I don’t. I think it’s fair, and then I don’t. I wish I’d never done what I did, and then I’m glad I did. I want to scream, but I don’t.
Life’s kind of like a painting. A really bizzare, abstract painting. You could look at it and think that all it is, is just a blur. And you could continue living your life thinking that all it is, is a blur. But if you really look at it, really see it, focus on it, and use your imagination, life can become so much more.
How can a place be a home if no one wants you there? This is not a home.
It’s not his job to mind her, or is it? Perhaps that’s a job he’s given himself, placing himself in a position of importance for his own ego.
Maybe it’s wrong to deprive people of that experience, this experience of you I’m, having. Maybe I didn’t want to share you.
It can take a lifetime to build up a friendship- it can take a second to make an enemy.
What is she doing in this world? Where is she going? She knows she has so much further to go than the distance she has come.
Why can’t people just be really good at something? Why do they have to be the best at something?
When you see something, it can’t be unseen. When you hear a sound, it can never be unheard. I know, deep down, that this evening I have learned something that can never be unlearned. And the part of my world that is altered will never be the same.
Cross your fingers and pray for a miracle.
Most people in life don’t have to actively do anything to change us, they simply need to be. I reacted to you. You affected me. You helped me.
Forget the old man,” she says sternly, so coldly, so devoid of all the love that I know her to have, that I don’t recognize her, and for that I don’t recognize the world. They are my roots, my foundations, and they sit before me now uprooted and saying things I never thought they’d say. “You will not allow a Flawed to ruin your life,” she says, and her voice cracks.
In this place, fun and laughing makes them angry. We are not here to be leaders, we are here to serve.
Sometimes I forget why I feel that way, I just have this feeling that something bad has happened to me and affected my life.
Life is hard, so what? It’s hard for everyone, isn’t it? Anyone who says it’s easy is a liar.
Do unto others as others have done to you.
You can celebrate the love you had instead of hiding from it.
So just as you shower love and affection and attention on the husbands, wives, parents, children and forever friends who surround you, you have to do equally with your life, because its yours, its you, and its always there rooting for you, cheering you on, even when you feel like you can’t do it.
I should have been afraid, walking through a mountainside in the dark by myself. Instead I felt safe, surrounded by the songs of birds, engulfed by the scents of sweet moss and pine, and cocooned in a mist that contained a little bit of magic.