#aged

If you are involved with the intensity of crescendo situations, with the intensity of tragedy, you might begin to see the humor of these situations as well. As in music, when we hear the crescendo building, suddenly if the music stops, we begin to hear the silence as part of the music. ↗

— Chögyam Trungpa

#buddhism #crescendo #enlightenment #humanity #humor

life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." (yaşam dediğin yürüyen bir gölge, bir garip oyuncu; bir hışım sahnede dolanıp boy gösteriyor; sonra haber çıkmıyor zavallıdan. bir masal; kaçığın birinin anlattığı. şamata ve öfke dolu baştan başa; hiçbir anlamı yok.") ↗

— William Shakespeare

#life

We're living on the top of a pyramid,' he had said, 'supported by the massive base, rising above it, above everything that has made it possible. We're responsible for nothing, not the structure itself, not anything above us. We owe nothing to the pyramid, and are totally dependent on it. If the pyramid crumbles and returns to dust, there is nothing we can do to prevent it, or even to save ourselves. When the base goes, the top goes with it, no matter how elaborate the life is that developed there. The top will return to dust along with the base when the collapse comes. If a new structure is to rise, it must start at the ground, not on top of what has been built during the centuries past. ↗

— Kate Wilhelm

#life

One of the greatest tragedies in life is to lose your own sense of self and accept the version of you that is expected by everyone else. ↗

— K.L. Toth

#loss #mask #philosophy #sadness #tragedy

The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#macbeth #play #tragedy #william-shakespeare #love

The poets say some moths will do anything out of love for a flame [...] The moth takes off again, and we both step back, because he's circling at eye level now and seems to have lost rudder control, smacking into the wall on each round. He circles lower and lower, spinning around the candle in tighter revolutions, like a soap sud over an open drain. A few times he seems to touch the flame, but dances off unhurt. Then he ignites like a ball of hair, curling into an oily puff of fumes with a hiss. The candle flame flickers and dims for a moment, then burns as bright as before. Moth Smoke Lingers. ↗

— Mohsin Hamid

#insects #love #moth #smoke #star-crossed

Judgment should never enter into the hearts and minds of others while observing another in a pain that cannot be understood. ↗

— Amy Denise

#love #perfect-anguish #perseverance #romance #self-discovery

She was drawn to damaged souls like a moth to a flame.  ↗

— Anna McPartlin

#heartbreak #love #love

For there has never been a story nearly as tragic as the one of Frankenstein, except for that of Johnny Heart and his Francesca Valentine. ↗

— Rae Hachton

#heartbreak #horror #horror-romance #love #paranormal-romance

I love you, Erik,” I whispered. “You don’t have to say it, too,” I hurried on, not giving him the chance to reply. “I know you were about to before, but I just wanted to tell you now, like this. I wanted you to know that it’s for real, and not because of anything that either one of us makes the other one say or do.” “I love you, Natalia,” he said in a confident tone. Then he laughed softly. “Man, I’ve never said that before. To anyone. Feels kinda weird. Weird in a good way,” he assured me. ↗

— Sophie Davis

#love