Always a chancer, always lucky, he’d fall into a river and come out dry, with fish in his pockets.
I found a new and surprising strength inside of me, I found it at the bottom of a dark and lonely place, but I found it. And unfortunately, that’s where we find most of life’s treasures. After digging, toiling in the darkness and dire, we finally hit something concrete. I learned that rock bottom can actually be a springboard.
Inveniam viam – I shall either find a way or make one.
I am just a chapter in your life, there will be many more.
Shoot for the moon and even if you miss you’ll land among the stars.
I prefer this version of me, yet I became this way because I lost him. If I ever had the power to undo everything, I wouldn’t want to unravel who I’ve become.
You can’t replace people, Paul, you’ll never be replaced, but you can replace roles.
It’s nobody’s fault. It’s not my fault. I didn’t do anything wrong, I know that now. It’s just the way it is. Sometimes things just don’t work out. You and me, we worked for the amount of time that we worked, then we didn’t anymore. We can’t go back, and frankly, I can’t see what we can be. I’ve changed.
I must stop feeling so deeply but I must not be numb; I must move on but I must not forget; I must be happy but not reject sadness; I must embrace but not cling; I must deal with but not dwell on; I must confront but not attack; I must eliminate but not annihilate; I must be gentle with myself but I must be strong.
In one second, almost two and a half million emails are sent, the universe expands fifteen kilometres and thirty stars explode, a honey bee can flap its wings two hundred times, the fastest snail travels 1.3 centimetres, objects can fall sixteen feet, and ‘Will you marry me?’ can change a life.
Sometimes I wonder if love is enough, or if there are levels of love. And sometimes I wonder if he can see me, even when he’s looking right at me.
To quote one of the most beautiful sentences that was ever said to me, “I don’t love you”“. He smiled, and feeling encouraged, I continued. “But I think that I easily could, and that I probably very quickly will, though I can’t promise anything. It could all very possibly end in years.
So many things to be and not be; I am nothing, but I’m everything, yet I must, I must, I must.
I’m equally terrified by life and ecstatic to be living it at the same time.
We don’t often remember how we meet, we mostly remember how we part.
A weed is just a flower growing in the wrong place.
But this is what happens when you come apart, the secret bits you knew about each other dissolve into nothing.
Nothing can ever be the same when all the time we’re changing.
Sometimes it would be easier to be a human if there weren’t other humans.
They say you’re the average of the five people you spend the most time with, he says, glaring at me, nostrils flaring like a wolf. Doesn’t say a lot about the company you keep, does it. That’s one, he points in Paddy’s direction. I wonder who the other four losers are in your life.
Art is like a light to me, illuminating the darkest corners of everything.