The more you engage with the outside world, the more you’ll be able to turn down the volume on those worries. You’ll see that they’re unfounded. You’ll see that the world is a very busy and varied place and most people have the attention span of a gnat. They’ve already forgotten what happened. They don’t think about it. There will have been five more sensations since your incident.
Because it’s human nature to hope for impossible things.
I’ve come to think of my lizard brain as basically a version of Felix. It’s totally random and makes no sense and you can’t let it run your life. If we let Felix run our lives, we’d all wear superhero costumes all day long and eat nothing but ice-cream. But if you try to fight Felix, all you get is wails and screams and tantrums, and it all gets more and more stressy. So the thing is to listen to him with half an ear and nod your head and then ignore him and do what you want to do. Same with the lizard brain.
Except that stopping midsentence is the worst thing people can do. It’s like, totally passive-aggressive, because you can’t take issue with anything they’ve said. You have to take issue with what you think they were going to say. Which then they deny.
This is the trouble with meeting people in real life: They don’t come with profiles attached.
I had a craving for pineapple and a pink cardigan.
You have no idea what Linus is thinking. It could be good, it could be bad. Most likely, it’s nothing at all. He’s a boy. You’d better get used to that.
Sometimes I hope I’m building up a stockpile of missing laughs, and when I’ve recovered, they’ll all come exploding out in one gigantic fit that lasts twenty-four hours.
I think I’ve finally worked out how to feel good about life. Every time you see someone’s bright-and-shiny, remember: They have their own crappy truths too. Of course they do.
I had a choice: Follow my heart or don’t break his. I think in the end I broke a bit of both our hearts.
Take your future into your own hands. Make it happen. Life is a coloring book, but you have the pens.
Love is finding one person infinitely fascinating. And so... not an achievement, my dear. Rather, a privilege.
Whoever started the rumor that life has to be perfect is a very wicked person, if you ask me.
Have you ever shaken up a compass and seen the arrow whirling around, trying to find a place to settle?” says Alex abruptly. “Well, that’s my brain. It’s all over the place.
If love is easy, you’re not doing it right.
Even when you think you have lost yourself, love can still find you.
I can do this, I tell myself firmly. I can be attracted to him. It’s just a matter of self control and possibly also getting very drunk. So I lift my glass and take several huge gulps. I can feel the bubbles surging into my head, singing happily “I’m going to be a millionaire’s wife! I’m going to be a millionaire’s wife!” And when I look back at Tarquin, he already looks a bit more attractive. Alcohol is obviously going to be the key to our marital status.
It’s funny how life works like a seesaw: Some things go up while others plunge down.
I learned that failing doesn’t mean you are a failure; it just means you’re a human being.
Other people’s eyes are limitless and that’s what scares me.