Arlete

“…how it would be nice if, for every sea waiting for us, there would be a river, for us.
And someone -a father, a lover, someone- able to take us by the hand and find that river -imagine it, invent it- and put us on its stream, with the lightness of one only word, goodbye. This, really, would be wonderful. It would be sweet, life, every life. And things wouldn’t hurt, but they would get near taken by stream, one could first shave and then touch them and only finally be touched. Be wounded, also. Die because of them. Doesn’t matter. But everything would be, finally, human. It would be enough someone’s fancy -a father, a lover, someone- could invent a way, here in the middle of the silence, in this land which don’t wanna talk. Clement way, and beautiful.
A way from here to the sea.”
― Alessandro Baricco, Ocean Sea

“It happens like this.

"One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel--one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them--even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering--the reason for their presence will become clear in due time."

Though here is a word of warning--you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn't to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.

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It's so dark right now, I can't see any light around me.
That's because the light is coming from you. You can't see it but everyone else can.”
― Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

“Eik į gyvenimą pakelta galva ir atvira širdžia. Savo širdies vis tiek nenumarinsi. Priimk gyvenimą kaip būtinybę, bet manyk, kad geriau nė negalėjo būti. Nieko nesibijok, nieko nesigailėk ir dėl nieko nesisielok.”
― Vincas Mykolaitis-Putinas, Altorių šešėly

“Dažnai atsitinka, kad gyvenimas tam tikrais momentais sutirštėja ir žmogus per vieną savaitę, ne tai kad jau mėnesį, patiria ir pergyvena daugiau negu kitais atvejais per ištisus metus.”
― Vincas Mykolaitis-Putinas, Altorių šešėly