#hai

What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms. ↗

— Kobayashi Issa

#cherry-blossoms #haiku #japan #life #poetry

I want to create a seventeen-syllable word that encompasses the human condition, and then use that word to form the world’s most perfect haiku. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#humanity #life #perfection #poetry #relationships

Geez, I wish I could tell you I had a whole bunch of '80s hair bands, you know something you really wouldn't expect, but I don't know that the music police would be that surprised, because most of the stuff that I am influenced by is in evidence in the music. ↗

— John Sebastian

#bands #because #bunch #could #evidence

I spent thirty-three years in another man's shadow. I went everywhere he went, I helped him with everything he did. I was in a sense a part of him. When you live like that for a long time, you gradually lose track of what it is you yourself really want out of life ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#life

The rider evolved to serve to the elephant. ↗

— Jonathan Haidt

#haidt #happiness #jon #jonathan #life

I'm talking about a little truth-in-packaging here. To be perfectly frank, you don't quite look like yourself. And if you walk around looking like someone other than who you are, you could end up getting the wrong job, the wrong friends, who knows what-all. You could end up with somebody else's life." I shrugged again, and smiled. "This is my life," I said. "It doesn't seem like the wrong one. ↗

— Michael Cunningham

#hair #haircut #identity #life #self

(…) met the owner of this cozy book-and-candle Apt. G, a tall, leggy, striking girl named Bea or maybe just the letter B or maybe the insect Bee, not sure, her long blond hair pulled in a ponytail, her no-doubt banging body effortlessly buried beneath a pile of tights and sweaters and scarves – she is a walking coat rack – and as we shook hands, Bea fixed me with the most alarming blue-eyed stare of my life, the kind of stare in which you think some potent subliminal message is being passed along (Run away with me or maybe just Run away), (…) ↗

— Jess Walter

#drugs #humor #life

The months roll by like wheels on a wheelchair. Pretty soon it’ll be July. Feels like just last month it was May.
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— Jarod Kintz

#life #may #months #time #wheelchair

Tucker strokes my hair. There's something so tender about the gesture. It might as well have been him whispering I love you. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#hair #love #tenderness #tucker #love

I stared at her black hair. It was shiny like the promises in magazines. ↗

— Alice Sebold

#magazine #promises #love