“Some days I woke up and got out of bed and brushed my teeth like any normal human being; some days I woke up and lay in bed and looked at the ceiling and wondered what the hell the point was of getting out of bed and brushing my teeth like any normal human being.”—Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story (via sylviaplant)
“I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.”—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals (via myswissarmyromance)
“I’m not sure what I’ll do, but— well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace (via cinnabeun)
isn’t it weird to think that if you were raised differently, if you lived somewhere else, if you said yes to that boy who asked you out in eighth grade, or if you played a different sport your life would be completely different? One little thing, one little choice can change your entire life.
“Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.”—
Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
“I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.”—unknown (via imperfezione-follia)
“Even now, all possible feelings do not yet exist, there are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination. From time to time, when a piece of music no one has ever written or a painting no one has ever painted, or something else impossible to predict, fathom or yet describe takes place, a new feeling enters the world. And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges and absorbs the impact.”—Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via ohsunbae)
All she really wanted was someone to understand. Even if no one could even come close to fully understanding, the mere act of trying, of being there and ready to accept anything and everything—fears, flaws, imperfections and all—was enough. Someone to wash away her sadness with intimacy, to pull her even closer when she pulled back, to sit under the stars or in a cramped café and only feel the eyes of that one person as if the entire world melted and concentrated only on her for the time being because she needed it—and he could do that for her. She needed someone who was with her because she was a story that only he could understand, a story he could read over and over and still love.