#los

Such lonely, lost things you find on your way. It would be easier, if you were the only one lost. But lost children always find each other, in the dark, in the cold. It is as though they are magnetized and can only attract their like. How I would like to lead you to brave, stalwart friends who would protect you and play games with dice and teach you delightful songs that have no sad endings. If you would only leave cages locked and turn away from unloved Wyverns, you could stay Heartless. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#empathy #friends #friendship #lost #friendship

The pain started years ago, but I'd lived with it for so long at that point that I'd accepted it as an inevitable part of me. ↗

— Ashley D. Wallis

#lost-love #love

And if one loves me for my judgement, memory, he does not love me, for I can lose these qualities without losing myself. Where, then, is this Ego, if it be neither in the body nor in the soul? And how love the body or the soul, except for these qualities which do not constitute me, since they are perishable? For it is impossible and would be unjust to love the soul of a person in the abstract and whatever qualities might be therein. We never, then, love a person, but only qualities. Let us, then, jeer no more at those who are honoured on account of rank and office; for we love a person only on account of borrowed qualities. ↗

— Blaise Pascal

#love

I get what it's like to want something, but to try and force yourself to really believe that you don't. ↗

— Cora Carmack

#desires #losing-it #repression #unrequited-love #love

Funny to think that every day you have ever lived is a yesterday, and you will never live one single tomorrow. But then again, every day is a today when you’re living it. ↗

— Mik Everett

#inspirational #life #philosophy #today #funny

Blaire, This teardrop represents many things. The tears I know you’ve shed over holding your mother’s piece of satin. The tears you’ve shed over each loss you’ve experienced. But it also represents the tears we’ve both shed as we’ve felt the little life inside you begin to move. The tears I’ve shed over the fact I’ve been given someone like you to love. I never imagined anyone like you Blaire. But every time I think about forever with you I’m humbled that you chose me. This is your something blue. I love you, Rush ↗

— Abbi Glines

#happiness #lost #love #new-beginnings #imagination

Yeah, but the lost diadem," said Michael Corner, rolling his eyes, "is lost, Luna. That's sort of the point. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#humor #lost #luna-lovegood #michael-corner #ravenclaw

There can be no forced inspiration. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #inspiration #literature #literature-quotes #philosophy

Most of us form estimates of our intelligence, wisdom, and moral fiber that are considerably higher than an objective estimate would warrant; no doubt 90 percent of us think ourselves well above average along these lines. ↗

— Alvin Plantinga

#intelligence

It would be dreadfully ironic, I mused, if once I earned a soul, I forgot everything about being fey, including all my memories of her. That sort of ending seemed appropriately tragic; the smitten fey creature becomes human but forgets why he wanted to in the first place. Old fairy tales loved that sort of irony. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#folklore #irony #memory-loss #soul #love