Perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. That a few dozen hours can affect the outcome of whole lifetimes. And that when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. Preserved. Accounted for. Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Imbued with new meaning. Suddenly they become the bleached bones of a story.
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things (via colour-me-curious)

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Madness is not what it seems. Time stops. All my life I’ve been obsessed with time, its motion and velocity, the way it works you over, the way it rushes you onward, a pebble turning in a brook. I’ve always been obsessed with where I’d go, and what I’d do, and how I would live. I’ve always harbored a desperate hope that I would make something of myself. Not then. Time stopped seeming so much like the thing that would transform me into something worthwhile and began to be inseparable from death. I spent my time merely waiting.
Marya Hornbacher (via colour-me-curious)

(Source: infinitives)

Everybody has a home team: It’s the people you call when you get a flat tire or when something terrible happens. It’s the people who, near or far, know everything that’s wrong with you and love you anyways. These are the ones who tell you their secrets, who get themselves a glass of water without asking when they’re at your house. These are the people who cry when you cry. These are your people, your middle-of-the-night, no-matter-what people.
Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet (via simply-quotes)
Now I knew: things are entirely what they appear to be — and behind them.. there is nothing.
Sartre, Nausea (via colour-me-curious, fuckyeahexistentialism)
I believe the painful nights that close in on all of us in some form are the cocoons from which we might shed our weaknesses. I believe pain tells us something critical about ourselves and life: that developing strength and empathy and bravery is more essential than our personal comfort. And when I think of it like that, I’m more willing to accept suffering on its terms.
Andy Blowers, This I Believe II (via colour-me-curious)

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.ان هناك الكثير من الحب في هذا العالم و لكن هناك القليل من المخلصين
There are many who love in this world, but very few who commit. - Arabic Proverb (via colour-me-curious)

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I welcome each new day with a hopeful expectancy that I, too, will rise above the ordinary. For I am not content to live a merely “normal” life or settle for an average existence. No, I am destined for more—much, much more.
Melody Carlson, Finding Alice (via colour-me-curious)

(Source: simply-quotes)

I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.
John Green (via colour-me-curious)

(Source: infinitives)

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"There are three things that cannot be hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth. " - Siddhartha Gautama

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