Random Objects

Take nothing seriously, least of all yourself.

I learned to listen for what wasn’t being said, because it was usually more important than what was.

Paradoxical as it may seem, the purposeful life has no content, no point. It hurries on and on, and misses everything. Not hurrying, the purposeless life misses nothing, for it is only when there is no goal and no rush that the human senses are fully open to receive the world.

that point in the semester where everything is like

and I’ve gotten to the point where I’m like

“You are essentially who you create yourself to be and all that occurs in your life is the result of your own making.” ― Stephen Richards

“You know everything you need to know about a person from the answer to the question, What is your favorite book?”

We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.

You know how every now and then, you have a moment where your whole life stretches out ahead of you like a forked road, and even as you choose one gritty path you’ve got your eyes on the other the whole time, certain that you’re making a mistake.