Words Are Magic

We're only humans. We're full of "whys", drowning in "whys". Every once in a while, we need a bit of "because", and if it's not readily available, we make it up.

There was nothing more respectable and dangerous than a woman of confidence.

The living can't survive with the promises to the dead.

There is a certain beauty in chaos, magnificence in the uncontrollable.

Not even the moon will dare to rise tonight. How could she, in the face of such beauty?

a person without hope was a body without a soul.

The sky grows dark The black over blue Yet the stars still dare To shine for you

You don’t have to understand life. You just have to live it.

Never underestimate the big importance of small things.

it would have made things a lot easier if we understood there was no way of living that can immunize you against sadness. And that sadness is intrinsically part of the fabric of happiness. You can’t have one without the other. Of course, they come in different degrees and quantities. But there is no life where you can be in a state of sheer happiness forever. And imagining there is just breeds more unhappiness in the life you’re in.

Every second of every day we are entering a new universe. And we spend so much time wishing our lives were different, comparing ourselves to other people and to other versions of ourselves, when really most lives contain degrees of good and degrees of bad.

When you stay too long in a place, you forget just how big an expanse the world is. You get no sense of the length of those longitudes and latitudes. Just as, she supposed, it is hard to have a sense of the vastness inside any one person. But once you sense that vastness, once something reveals it, hope emerges, whether you want it to or not, and it clings to you as stubbornly as lichen clings to rock.

She’d always loved dusk. It was as though a hand in the sky had pulled the sun from its berth . . . only to have the sun fight back, resisting, leaving a trace of itself to fade amongst the stars.

But suffering had changed all that. For it was easy to be good and kind in times of plenty. The trying times were the moments that defined a man.

In that moment of perfect balance, she understood. This peace? These worries silenced without effort? It was because they were two parts of a whole. He did not belong to her. And she did not belong to him. It was never about belonging to someone. It was about belonging together.