People have a habit of inventing fictions they will believe wholeheartedly in order to ignore the truth they cannot accept.
We all do things we desperately wish we could undo. Those regrets just become part of who we are, along with everything else. To spend time trying to change that, well, it’s like chasing clouds.
I should never be left alone with my mind for too long.
There are no safe choices. Only other choices.
I am a jumble of passions, misgivings, and wants. It seems that I am always in a state of wishing and rarely in a state of contentment.
What if evil doesn’t really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by man, and there is nothing to struggle against except out own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and our choices?
Sometimes we seek that which we are not yet ready to find.
It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.
When I dream, I dream of him. For several nights now he’s come to me, waving from a distant shore as if he’s been waiting patiently for me to arrive. He doesn’t utter a word, but his smile says everything: I’ve missed you.
There is an ancient tribal proverb I once heard in India. It says that before we can see properly we must first shed our tears to clear the way.
Because you don’t notice the light without a bit of shadow. Everything has both dark and light. You have to play with it till you get it exactly right.
Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains.
I run after her, not really giving chase. I’m running because I can, because I must. Because I want to see how far I can go before I have to stop.
How I’d love to get away from here and be someone else for a while in a place where no one knows or expects certain things from me.
To those who will see, the world waits.
We sit and listen and are enthralled anew, for good stories, it seems, never lose their magic.
What happens if your choice is misguided, You must try to correct it But what if it’s too late? What if you can’t? Then you must find a way to live with it.
You must remember, my dear lady, the most important rule of any successful illusion: First, the people must want to believe in it.
I’m like everyone else in this stupid, bloody, amazing world. I’m flawed. Impossibly so. But hopeful. I’m still me.
These are hard times. The world hurts. We live in fear and forget to walk with hope. But hope has not forgotten you. So ask it to dinner. It’s probably hungry and would appreciate the invitation.