#los

Every time you win, you're reborn; when you lose, you die a little. ↗

— George Allen, Sr.

#every #every time #little #lose #reborn

I was so much in the habit of having Albertine with me, and now I suddenly saw a new aspect of Habit. Hitherto I had regarded it chiefly as an annihilating force which suppresses the originality and even the awareness of one's perceptions; now I saw it as a dread deity, so riveted to one's being, its insignificant face so incrusted in one's heart, that if it detaches itself, if it turns away from one, this deity that one had barely distinguished inflicts on one sufferings more terrible than any other and is then as cruel as death itself. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#habit #loss #routine #change

I look back to where my life had been. It's always risky to think of letting go. That's why this is the perfect ending. Nothing left to reconcile. ↗

— Loretta Ellsworth

#life #loss #love #relationships #transplant

The object as it appears to us is a phenomenon, an appearance, perhaps very different from the external object before it came within the ken of our senses; what the original object was we can never know; the 'thing-in-itself' may be an object of thought or inference (a 'noumenon'), but it cannot be experienced, for in being experienced it would be changed by its passage through sense and thought. ↗

— Will Durant in "Kant and German Idealism"

#kant #philosophy #change

The man asked me where all my friends were at. I said 'I don't have any friends.' He asked me 'Well, what happened to your friends?' What happened? College and jobs, projects and PowerPoints, money, feelings, priorities, parties and alcohol, distance, pride, cars, music, boyfriends and girlfriends, jealousy, fights, words, opinions, changes, maturation and decadence, lust, hate, drugs, drinking and smoking, hell raising, cursing and spitting, too-much too-little, hear nor there, apologies and mistakes, good decisions and bad decisions.....time.....life. That's what happened. Life. ↗

— B.S. Wood

#friends #life #loneliness #loss #sadness

Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans. . . If reality differs from person to person, can we speak of reality singular, or shouldn't we really be talking about plural realities? And if there are plural realities, are some more true (more real) than others? What about the world of a schizophrenic? Maybe it's as real as our world. Maybe we cannot say that we are in touch with reality and he is not, but should instead say, His reality is so different from ours that he can't explain his to us, and we can't explain ours to him. The problem, then, is that if subjective worlds are experienced too differently, there occurs a breakdown in communication ... and there is the real illness. ↗

— Philip K. Dick

#madness #perception #philosophy #postmodern #reality

Heavy is the head that holds the pen of creation. We construct these characters from nothing, molding them from our imaginations. We give them hopes and dreams and unique personalities until they feel so real you’re mind believes it must be so. We watch them grow by our hands, not always knowing the paths they will choose with the obstacles we throw at them. They take on a life of their own and often surprise even us by their actions we couldn’t have imagined before it poured out of us onto the paper. We could change it if we really wanted to, but it would be forced and not be true to the characters. And when something tragic happens and one is lost, we feel that loss even though we know they were not a friend, a family member or even ourselves. It can be a hard thing to voice sometimes, to give tribute to the one’s left behind with the real sadness over something not so real. But we find the words and press on to the next challenge, because that's what good writers do. ↗

— Jennifer A. Marsh

#fiction #fictional-characters #loss #writers #change

There really is only one ending to any story. Human life ends in death. Until then, it keeps going and gets complicated and there's loss. Everything involves loss; every relationship ends in one way or another. ↗

— Charlie Kaufman

#life #loss #death

I reached down and picked up a baseball bat at my feet and I flung it as hard as it could. It circled and arced high in the air until it slammed against the side of the dining hall with a crack and fell. I sat down in the dirt. Then I lay down in the dirt. Because not only was there no trail to follow, there was no evidence he’d ever been here. There was no evidence any of them had been here. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#dating #glass-girl #government #high-school #laura-anderson-kurk

We are seeds as well as parasites to the earth. We can either give or take, depending on our perception of growth. ↗

— Zephyr McIntyre

#environmental-conservation #philosophy #environmentalism