#life

This singularity of meaning--I was my face, I was ugliness--though sometimes unbearable, also offered a possible point of escape. It became the launching pad from which to lift off, the one immediately recognizable place to point to when asked what was wrong with my life. Everything led to it, everything receded from it--my face as personal vanishing point. ↗

— Lucy Grealy

#life #pain #singularity #ugliness #ugly

Life is not just about the good things or not just about the bad things. It is both. It all depends where you focus your attention. ↗

— Ann Marie Aguilar

#good-things #life

Clothes as text, clothes as narration, clothes as a story. Clothes as the story of our lives. And if you were to gather all the clothes you have ever owned in all your life, each baby shoe and winter coat and wedding dress, you would have your autobiography. ↗

— Linda Grant

#fashion #life

When a tree is polled, it will sprout new shoots nearer its roots. A soul that is ruined in the bud will frequently return to the springtime of its beginnings and its promise-filled childhood, as though it could discover new hopes there and retie the broken threads of life. The shoots grow rapidly and eagerly, but it is only a sham life that will never be a genuine tree. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#hermann-hesse #maturity #roots #soul #youth

You have to shrink yourself to fit into this little life with him. ↗

— Melissa Bank

#love #relationships #life

If he acts, if he doesn't, it's meaningless. The whole thing goes forward. No one is important. No one at all. ↗

— Jesse Ball

#inaction #life #life

There are times when one cannot accept facts for fear of shattering one's being. As I listened to Ian's news, all of Digit's life, since my first meeting with him as a playful little ball of black fluff ten years earlier, passed through my mind. From that moment on, I came to live within an insulated part of myself. ↗

— Dian Fossey

#pain #life

What is writing but an expression of my own life? ↗

— Zane Grey

#life #my own #own #writing

In the beginning of a relationship, you see what you want to see. You fall in love with qualities you want in partner, not necessarily qualities your partner actually has. Then, over time, you begin to realise that no, the man in front of you is not the same person you felt in love with, because the person you felt in love with was a spectre, something of your own invention. Now you're left with a real flesh-and-blood human, and he isn't perfect, and now you have to deal with that. It's a stark time. It's not easy to come to grips with these things, but you can't go your whole life pretending this man is everything you built him up to be in your mind. ↗

— G.R. Richards

#long-term-relationships #love #life

Compromise, if not the spice of life, is its solidity. It is what makes nations great and marriages happy ↗

— Phyllis McGinley

#ignorance #knowledge #marriage #wisdom #life