It’s so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it’s taking forever to come. Then it happens and it’s over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.
Love: It will kill you and save you, both.
He is my world and my world is him and without him there is no world.
How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust – and also to make you feel so whole?
Running is a mental sport, more than anything else. You’re only as good as your training, and your training is only as good as your thinking.
Hope keeps you alive.
If you’re smart, you care. And if you care, you love.
Hate isn’t the most dangerous thing, he’d said. Indifference is.
The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone.
Feelings aren’t forever. Time waits for no one, but progress waits for man to enact it.
Let me tell you something about dying: it’s not as bad as they says. it’s the coming-back-to-life part that hurts.
Now, after so many years, I understand what the Coldness was and where it came from – this sense that everything is lost, and worthless, and meaningless.
Of course. That’s what people do in a disordered world, a world of freedom and choice: they leave when they want. They disappear, they come back, they leave again. And you are left to pick up the pieces on your own.
That’s the thing: We didn’t really care. A world without love is also a world without stakes.
Waste today, want tomorrow...
At a certain point your brain stops to rationalize things. At a certain point it gives up, shuts off, shuts down.
That’s the thing about faith. It works.
Unhappiness is bondage; therefore, happiness is freedom. The way to find happiness is through the cure. Therefore, it is only through the cure that one finds freedom.
Huamns, uregulated, are cruel and capricious; violet and selfish; miserable and quarrelsome. It is only after their instincts and basic emotions have been controlled that they can be happy, generous, and good.
There is nothing else for people to do. They do not think. They feel no passion, no hatred, no sadness; they feel nothing but fear, and a desire to control. So they watch, and poke, and pry.