Quotes added on Thursday, October 20 2016

That moment #12
When you get on Witty 4 years after you made it and cringe at everything you wrote

Just keep at it; The road to success is always under construction
Act as if it were impossible to fail
People usually forget to thank you when you do good to them, but they never forget to blame you if you did wrong to them.
I honestly don’t have any idea on what it’s like to be someone worth fighting for, because the people I used to love gave up without a fight. I don’t know what it feels like to be someone’s priority because I was always the second choice, always an option. All I know is the feeling of loving someone you can’t have. The feeling of loving someone who can’t even name your favorite things, someone who can’t even remember your birthday or even know if you’re sad. All I know is the feeling of loving someone whose heart beats for another. And the painful feeling of treating someone like your own storybook, while to them you’re just a short chapter

As soon as you believe that a label you’ve put on yourself is true, you’ve limited something that is literally limitless, you’ve limited who you are into nothing but a thought.


At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.


My grandmother once told me, “Relationships are work, honey, and they aren’t 50/50. Some days when I get up I only feel like giving 10%, then your granddaddy has to give 90% that day. But there is always 100% love.”

i find the single
most remarkable thing about love is the way it is doomed to pain and loss from its onset. Whether it is the spouse that outlives their lover, or loses them to another, there is no escaping this most solemn of inevitabilities. That two people would commit themselves to all of this hurt and heartache in spite of this, all in the name of experiencing genuine connection for even a moment, is all the proof I need that madness exists, and it is awfully beautiful.

Long before spoken language arose, human beings communicated with only their hands and their eyes. A playful moment of eye contact in the light of the fire. The slow graze of fingertips down the small of a back. These are the ancient languages of love. Learn to speak them fluently.


do not settle
            FOR LETTING THESE            
waves settle, or the dust to COLLECT IN YOUR VEINS.


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