#past

I often laughed, and you often gave me a dissatisfied look, till you pressed me to unfold my past before you as if it were a roll of pictures. It was then I felt respect for you. Because you unreservedly showed me your resolution to catch something alive in my being, and to sip the warm blood running in my body, by cutting my heart. At that time, I was still living, and did not want to die. So I rejected your request, promising to satisfy you some day. Now I am going to destroy my heart myself, and pour my blood into your veins. I shall be happy if a new life can enter into your bosom, when my heart has stopped beating. ↗

— Sōseki Natsume

#life

Some part of him had hoped that a woman might one day see beyond his scars to the man he was inside. But Megan was doing more than just ignoring his ugliness. She was _accepting_ it with a woman's gentleness, her touch soothing memories of savage pain, grief, loneliness. ↗

— Pamela Clare

#romantic-suspense #soldier #romantic

Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin. ↗

— Mother Teresa

#future #past #present #time #time

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#future #past #possibilities #ticking #time

No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves. That's all. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#story

Well, when I was five, I wanted my mother to let me go around and around inside a dryer with the clothes,” Clary said. “The difference is, she didn’t let me.” “Probably because going around and around in a dryer can be fatal,” Jace pointed out, “whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-bones #clary-fray #dryer #jace-wayland #mortal-instruments

Someone needs to tell those tales. When the battles are fought and won and lost, when the pirates find their treasures and the dragons eat their foes for breakfast with a nice cup of Lapsang souchong, someone needs to tell their bits of overlapping narrative. There's magic in that. It's in the listener, and for each and every ear it will be different, and it will affect them in ways they can never predict. From the mundane to the profound. You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows what they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift. Your sister may be able to see the future, but you yourself can shape it, boy. Do not forget that... there are many kinds of magic, after all. ↗

— Erin Morgenstern

#gifts #magic #past #possibilities #stories

I know you’re just a rag doll now, sewn together with memories that we might have had. I know you’re just the dream inside of a dream And don’t worry, I know I don’t know you, anymore. ↗

— pleasefindthis

#endings #forgetting #forgetting-the-past #love #memories

Criminals should be punished, not fed pastries. ↗

— Lemony Snicket

#criminal #pastry #crime

To dream the future is much more better than to regret the past. But the best of all, to live in the present life with all of your power. ↗

— Toba Beta

#future #life #past #present #dreams