#ions

Don't worry about hurting me, if that's what you're afraid of. I want to get hurt. At least I´ll feel something for a change. ↗

— Katie Kacvinsky

#love #relationships #change

When someone sees the same people every day, as had happened with him at the seminary, they wind up becoming a part of that person's life. And then they want the person to change. If someone isn't what others want them to be, the others become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#life #people #philosophy #change

It's not hard to decide what you want your life to be about. What's hard, she said, is figuring out what you're willing to give up in order to do the things you really care about. ↗

— Shauna Niequist

#goals #life #sacrifice #change

Sometimes, if you want to change a man's mind, you have to change the mind of the man next to him first. ↗

— Megan Whalen Turner

#influence #psychology #change

Everybody has a home team: It’s the people you call when you get a flat tire or when something terrible happens. It’s the people who, near or far, know everything that’s wrong with you and love you anyways. These are the ones who tell you their secrets, who get themselves a glass of water without asking when they’re at your house. These are the people who cry when you cry. These are your people, your middle-of-the-night, no-matter-what people. ↗

— Shauna Niequist

#home #hope #love #people #change

You're always free to change your mind and choose a different future, or a different past. ↗

— Richard Bach

#change

With genius, as with beauty -- all, well almost all, is forgiven. ↗

— Susan Sontag

#exemptions #forgiveness #generosity #genius #leniency

Rather nice night, after all. Stars are out and everything. Exceptionally tasty assortment of them. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#night #stars #beauty

I turn my head a little. The radio's caroling "Tonight," velvety smooth and young and filled with plaintive desire. Maria's song from West Side Story. I remember one beautiful night long ago at the Winter Garden, with a beautiful someone beside me. I tilt my nose and breathe in, and I can still smell her perfume, the ghost of her perfume from long ago. But where is she now, where did she go, and what did I do with her? Our paths ran along so close together they were almost like one, the one they were eventually going to be. Thin fear came along, fear entered into it somehow, and split them wide apart. Fear bred anxiety to justify. Anxiety to justify bred anger. The phone calls that wouldn't be answered, the door rings that wouldn't be opened. Anger bred sudden calamity. Now there aren't two paths anymore; there's only one, only mine. Running downhill into the ground, running downhill into its doom. ("New York Blues") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#relationships #romance #anger

... but that's the beauty of boarding school. I make all my own decisions, small and medium, while the big ones are left up to the Prefect Academy - and as far as boys go, to the only expert I know - Suzanne Santry ↗

— Adriana Trigiani

#boys #decisions #beauty