“It’s dark now. But they feel each others’ breath. And they know all they need to know. They kiss. And they feel each others’ tears on their cheeks. And if there had been anybody left to see them, then they would look like normal lovers, caressing each others’ faces, bodies close together, eyes closed, oblivious to the world around them. Because that is how life goes on. Like that.”—Perfect Sense (2011)
“It’s odd that the word ‘atheist’ even exist. I don’t play golf. Is there a word for non-golf players? Do non-golf players gather and strategise? Do non-skiers have a word and come together and talk about the fact that they don’t ski? I can’t do that. I can’t gather around and talk about how much everybody in the room doesn’t believe in god. I just don’t have the energy for that. Agnostic separates me from the conduct of atheists, whether or not there’s strong overlap between the two categories. And at the end of the day, I’d rather not be any category at all.”—Neil deGrasse Tyson (via waynereewrites)
“It is easier for one to take risks and to chase his dreams with a mindset that he has nothing to lose. In this lies the immense passion, the great advantage of avoiding a materialistic, pleasure-filled way of life.”—― Criss Jami (via psych-quotes)
“The most exquisite paradox… as soon as you give it all up, you can have it all. As long as you want power, you can’t have it. The minute you don’t want power, you’ll have more than you ever dreamed possible.”—Ram Dass (via fuckyeahyoga)
“Just when we think we’ve figured things out, the universe throws us a curve ball. So we have to improvise. We find happiness in unexpected places. We find our way back to the things that matter the most. The universe is funny that way, sometimes it just has a way of making sure we wind up exactly where we belong.”—Meredith Grey - 'White Wedding'
No smoke without you, my fire. After you left, your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal of so much love. One cigarette in the non-smoker’s tray. As the last spire trembles up, a sudden draught blows it winding into my face. Is it smell, is it taste? You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips. Out with the light. Let the smoke lie back in the dark. Till I hear the very ash sigh down among the flowers of brass I’ll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.
When your day is long and the night The night is yours alone When you’re sure you’ve had enough of this life,
Well hang on
Don’t let yourself go Everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong Now it’s time to sing along When your day is night alone (hold on, hold on) If you feel like letting go (hold on) When you think you’ve had too much of this life, well hang on
Everybody hurts Take comfort in your friends Everybody hurts Don’t throw your hand Oh, no Don’t throw your hand If you feel like you’re alone, no, no, no, you are not alone