“I want you to feel that you are
not alone. Never be afraid of feeling too much, or
letting yourself feel in the first place. Being human
is being prone to error, to change, and to growth.
It’s okay if you are feeling weary, lost, and scared.
We all do. Don’t deprive yourself of feeling human”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
not alone. Never be afraid of feeling too much, or
letting yourself feel in the first place. Being human
is being prone to error, to change, and to growth.
It’s okay if you are feeling weary, lost, and scared.
We all do. Don’t deprive yourself of feeling human”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“Listen to—and I know how cheesy
that sounds—the whispering of your heart.
Spread your wings, find your space to fly in freely,
and experience the different shades of life with an
open mind, and a free spirit. And embrace your
wonderful metanoias.”
―
that sounds—the whispering of your heart.
Spread your wings, find your space to fly in freely,
and experience the different shades of life with an
open mind, and a free spirit. And embrace your
wonderful metanoias.”
―
“Dying feels like a familiar memory. Like a mental
imagery that is bone-deep, and somehow
melancholic. I am going to die. It is inevitable. It
is imminent. That is just the way the dice has
landed.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
imagery that is bone-deep, and somehow
melancholic. I am going to die. It is inevitable. It
is imminent. That is just the way the dice has
landed.”
― Metanoia: Different shades of life
“Strings
Some people are made like the string of a kite, loose and free, like a bird riding the wind. Some people are made like the hard, brittle rope of a mountaineer, strong, steady, infallible. And then there are the ones who are like the strings of a violin, delicate and ethereal. Strung tight and taut, ready to snap. But when they sing, there is no other sound more haunting or beautiful.”
―
Some people are made like the string of a kite, loose and free, like a bird riding the wind. Some people are made like the hard, brittle rope of a mountaineer, strong, steady, infallible. And then there are the ones who are like the strings of a violin, delicate and ethereal. Strung tight and taut, ready to snap. But when they sing, there is no other sound more haunting or beautiful.”
―
“Crazy Love
Anyone who knew me then would say I loved you far too much. Like a wildfire or the sharp edge of a knife.
Anyone would have told you I stopped being the person I was the second you walked into my life.
They would have said love wasn’t supposed to drive you crazy, make you want to scratch at your skin.
And they were right.
Because there was love and then there was you. ”
―
Anyone who knew me then would say I loved you far too much. Like a wildfire or the sharp edge of a knife.
Anyone would have told you I stopped being the person I was the second you walked into my life.
They would have said love wasn’t supposed to drive you crazy, make you want to scratch at your skin.
And they were right.
Because there was love and then there was you. ”
―
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