“You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.” - The Fault in Our Stars, John Green
“‘There will come a time,’ I said, ‘when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this’ - I gestured encompassingly - ‘will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.’” - The Fault in Our Stars, John Green
“Hatred would have been easier.
With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.” - Margaret Atwood
Please, be patient with me.
“She wanted to know everything. She wanted to know why cities had only a few stars. And sometimes they had no stars at all. She loved going to the countryside. Even though she was never a small town kind of a girl. “Why would the stars run away to a place where they are least noticed?” She would ask herself as she gazed into the sky. She wanted to know why books were in libraries instead of being in the streets for everyone to pick them up. She wanted to know why people lied to the ones they love. She was strange. And whenever the pain got too great, she would go to the nearest bookshop, go to the corners no one goes to, and pick up a random book and underline how she feels. She would also write letters and bury them between the pages. She wanted everyone to know how she felt, because she couldn’t share it. She wanted to exist and matter. And it made me sad, because she existed and mattered to me. But I guess I wasn’t enough. She wanted the people who were like her to know that they were not alone. She hoped for her letters to be read by people who were as sad as she was. Everything about her made me cry, in both the good way and the bad one. I wanted to hold her and tell her that she was everything. I wanted to tell her that she mattered and existed, but no matter how much I wanted her to listen, she would never do. Her sadness was visible. Her desperation was obvious, but she did not care, because she was sad, and feeling less pain was all that mattered to her.” - Abraham M. Alghanem
You can’t stop me from loosing feelings.
You can’t stop me from letting go.
“Maybe it’s true that people are only truly happy once in their lives. Just once. And then they are punished for it. For the rest of their lives. The punishment is that they never forget that one moment.” - Günther Scheller