Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
Louise Erdrich (via aplethoraofquotations)
Niccolò Machiavelli (via aplethoraofquotations)
― Quentin R. Bufogle (via psych-quotes)
History is not a presentation of truths. It is an interpretation of events from the point of view and with the biases of the chronicler. It is often mixed with hearsay and in many cases reflects the national mythologies of one or another side in any conflict or comparison. This is true not only of early history, but of what was reported yesterday. We ought never to presume that we have completely accurate information or factual presentations. We seldom know for certain what is true, what is reality and what is neither.
This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.
Franz Kafka (via arzitekt)
Iain Thomas (via larmoyante)
There are times when you don’t know yourself. There are times when you don’t want to know yourself. There are times when you want to be what you have never allowed yourself to be before.
Aidan Chambers, This is All: The Pillow Book of Cordelia Kenn (via larmoyante)
Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept (via larmoyante)
I really cannot get my head around it; everyone wants to solve problems, everyone is interested in preventing pain from happening; everyone is almost obsessively focused in some ideal idea of happiness acquisition. And I am alone: I am in love with sorrow, I am in love with the problematic labyrinths I often find myself in. I am in love with it all.
Alfred De Musset (via larmoyante)