Sunday, July 19, 2009

She felt like the original peach of summer.

There is never a sudden revelation, a complete and tidy explanation for why it happened, or why it ends, or why or who you are. You want one and I want one, but there isn't one. It comes in bits and pieces, and you stitch them together wherever they fit, and when you are done you hold yourself up, and still there are holes and you are a rag doll, invented, imperfect. And yet you are all that you have, so you must be enough. There is no other way.

"People who want to make a million borrow a million first."
--Sophie Kinsella

"I love new clothes. If everyone could just wear new clothes everyday, I reckon depression wouldn’t exist anymore."
--Sophie Kinsella

"Think for a minute, darling: in fairy tales it's always the children who have the fine adventures. The mothers have to stay at home and wait for the children to fly in the window."
--Audrey Niffenegger

People are unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.
The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Be good anyway.
Honesty and frankness will make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.
In the final analysis, it is between you and God.
It was never between you and them anyway.
--Mother Teresa

“Like a twenty you find crunched up in a pocket or a lollipop in the depths of your purse when you’re on a diet and at the movies willing yourself away from the chocolate-covered peanuts. The thoughts blossomed and evolved into a new perspective. Suddenly, she was hopeful, she was glowing, she felt like the original peach of summer. Turned around, upside down, inside out and loving the fact that for the first time in days she didn’t want to cry when she thought about her future."
--Rebecca Bloom, 'Tanged Up In Daydreams'

"In each of my friends there is something that only some other friend can fully bring out. By myself I am not large enough to call the whole man into activity; I want other lights than my own to show all his facets."
--Rebecca Bloom, 'Tanged Up In Daydreams'

It's a mystery of human chemistry, and I don't understand it. Some people, as far as your senses are concerned, just feel like home.

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