Rici

“Does it seem like things were better when you were younger?” Huck asked. “Did life really make more sense then?” “Yeah,” Tress whispered. “I remember…calm nights, watching the spores fall from the moon. Lukewarm cups of honey tea. The thrill of baking something new.” “I remember not being afraid,” Huck said. “I remember waking each day to familiar scents. I remember thinking I understood how my life would go. Same as my parents’. Simple. Maybe not wonderful, but also not terrifying.” “I don’t think things were really better though,” Tress said softly, still staring at the ceiling. “We just remember it that way because it’s comforting.” “And because we couldn’t see the troubles,” Huck agreed. “Maybe we didn’t want to see them. When you’re young, there’s always someone else to deal with the problems.” Tress nodded. Beyond that, memories have a way of changing on us. Souring or sweetening over time—like a brew we drink, then recreate later by taste, only getting the ingredients mostly right. You can’t taste a memory without tainting it with who you have become.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Tress of the Emerald Sea

“Ein Blinzeln, und du bist sechsundzwanzig und wirst in das Büro des Dekans gerufen, weil er gemerkt hat, dass du nur noch mit halbem Herzen bei der Sache bist, und er rät dir, einen anderen Weg einzuschlagen, versichert dir, du würdest deine Berufung schon noch finden – aber genau darin liegt das Problem, dass du dich nie zu einer bestimmten Sache berufen fühltest. Es drängt dich nicht leidenschaftlich in eine Richtung, vielmehr ziehen hundert verschiedene Sehnsüchte gleichzeitig an dir, und jetzt erscheinen sie dir allesamt unerreichbar. Ein Blinzeln, und du bist achtundzwanzig, und alle sind schon durchgestartet, während du selbst noch immer den richtigen Weg suchst, und du bist dir der Ironie der Tatsache bewusst, dass du, im Wunsch zu leben, zu lernen und dich selbst zu finden, die Orientierung verloren hast.”
― V.E. Schwab

“We want to imagine that people are consistent, steady, stable. We define who they are, create descriptions to lock them on a page, divide them up by their likes, talents, beliefs. Then we pretend some—perhaps most—are better than we are, because they stick to their definitions, while we never quite fit ours. Truth is, people are as fluid as time is. We adapt to our situation like water in a strangely shaped jug, though it might take us a little while to ooze into all the little nooks. Because we adapt, we sometimes don’t recognize how twisted, uncomfortable, or downright wrong the container is that we’ve been told to inhabit. We can keep going that way for a while. We can pretend we fit that jug, awkward nooks and all. But the longer we do, the worse it gets. The more it wears on us. The more exhausted we become. Even if we’re doing nothing at all, because simply holding the shape can take all the effort in the world. More, if we want to make it look natural.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Tress of the Emerald Sea

“You sound like my nephew. Always thinking you need to do things on your own without anyone's support. There is nothing wrong with letting people who love you help you.”
― Uncle Iroh