sweetsummerchild24

[sweetsummerchild24]

“Something important is always about to happen, my dear girl. And if not, you’d do well to act as if it were. You’ll enjoy life better that way.”

[sweetsummerchild24]

You filled a part of my soul I always thought would be empty, and you healed scars I never knew existed. And I realized…it’s not that I didn’t believe in love before. It’s that I was saving it all for you.”

Ana Huang

[sweetsummerchild24]

His eyes search the crowd until they find my face. My heartbeat lives in my throat; lives in my cheeks.

…

[sweetsummerchild24]

“You can let yourself be in pain,” he says. “It’s just me here.”

….

[sweetsummerchild24]

Don’t settle. Know what you want and reach for it. And if you don’t know what you want, be patient. The answers will come to you in time, and you may find that your heart’s desire has been right under your nose all the while.

J. Quinn

[sweetsummerchild24]

But a chair, sunlight, flowers: these are not to be dismissed. I am alive, I live, I breathe, I put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight.

M. Atwood

[sweetsummerchild24]

I was walking around on 4 hours of sleep. It was 5 pm, there was an optional game night that evening, and I wanted to go. I was hesitant at first, but I went anyway. Surprisingly enough, I was able to talk to people and play games with them, with people I’ve never talked to before. I was focusing on this game of chess when I caught sight of you. Talking to her, the only girl at school I feel inferior to, the only one I compare myself with. I looked down right away, and that’s when, from my peripheral view, you saw me. You looked at me for awhile. Then before you left, you told her you needed to come say hi to me. I heard you, but I did not look up. I dare not, I would not give you the impression or satisfaction of my impatience or jealousy. Not until you came over to tap me on the shoulder. I looked up and you looked down at me, smiling. That smile is blinding. Truly. You asked me how I was. I said I was good. I gave you a quick hug, then you walked away so quickly. We didn’t talk again. Some weeks later you tried to grab my attention on the side walk once. I don’t know if you know I was avoiding you or acting like I didn’t care. I wish I didn’t care, but I do. I miss you. I miss seeing you. I miss talking to you. Where are you?

[sweetsummerchild24]

[sweetsummerchild24]

Human knowledge is never contained in one person. It grows from the relationships we create between each other and the world, and still it is never complete.

_When Breath Becomes Air, PK_

[sweetsummerchild24]

The truth that you live one day at a time didn’t help: What was I supposed to do with that day?

_When Breath Becomes Air, PK_

[sweetsummerchild24]

Years ago, it had occurred to me that Darwin and Nietzsche agreed on one thing: the defining characteristic of the organism is striving.

_When Breath Becomes Air, PK_

[sweetsummerchild24]

I had come to see language as an almost supernatural force, existing between people, bringing our brains, shielded in centimeter-thick skulls, into communion

_When Breath Becomes Air, PK_

[sweetsummerchild24]

There is a moment, a cusp, when the sum of gathered experience is worn down by the details of living. We are never so wise as when we live in this moment.

_When Breath Becomes Air, PK_

[sweetsummerchild24]

Literature provided a rich account of human meaning; the brain, then, was the machinery that somehow enabled it. It seemed like magic.

_When Breath Becomes Air, PK_

[sweetsummerchild24]

“Someday, someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you’ve never seen, they’ll look at you like you’re everything they’ve been looking for their entire lives. Wait for it.”

— Unknown

[sweetsummerchild24]

“And what is love, in the end?” Alabaster said. “Except the irrational desire to put evolutionary competitiveness aside in order to ease someone else’s journey through life?”

[sweetsummerchild24]

What is a game?” Marx said. “It’s tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. It’s the possibility of infinite rebirth, infinite redemption. The idea that if you keep playing, you could win. No loss is permanent, because nothing is permanent, ever

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow