#philosophyoflife
Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s what part of it means to be alive. But inside our heads — at least that’s where I imagine it — there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let fresh air in, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live for ever in your own private library.
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
“The great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to anybody.”
—Jennifer Niven, All The Bright Places
“A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.”
— W.H Auden
“Wanting to be someone else is a waste of who you are.”
—Kurt Cobain
And when Taylor Swift said
“You were all I wanted,
But not like this.
Not like this.
Not like this.”
“There is still one difference left between us. You have a tenderness grown weary and I have a weariness grown tender.”
—Dulce Maria Loynaz, Absolute Solitude
“Nostalgia is a dirty liar that insists things were better than they seemed.”
— Unknown