I really like this answer to the post I just made.
I wrote, Why is it that sometimes the people you love the most make you feel the worst?
and this person responded, Because you hold them so high sometimes, that it’s a far drop down when they let go.
"The one permanent thing
in this mad, unfeeling
universe is that nothing is.
the secret to a happy life
learning to see
that there can be
as much beauty in letting go.
as there is in letting in."
"You are a sentence
and I am a semicolon
begging you to go on."
"We’ve all got our demons and I’m sorry that yours look like me."
"My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for."
people who laugh so hard at their own jokes that they can’t even finish the joke because they’re laughing so hard are my favorite kind of people