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.
Everything ends, people move on, they don’t look back. It’s how they should be.
Suicide. A sideways word, a word that people whisper and mutter and cough: a word that must be squeezed out behind cupped palms or murmured behind closed doors. It was only in dreams that I heard the word shouted, screamed.
Don’t worry about what you’re writing or whether it’s good or even whether it makes sense.
One of the strangest things about life is that it will chug on, blind and oblivious, even as your private world – your little carved-out sphere – is twisting and morphing, even breaking apart.