#resent

I am who I am and that's who I am ↗

— Nikolai Gogol

#reality #present

Time isn’t precious at all, because it is an illusion. What you perceive as precious is not time but the one point that is out of time: the Now. That is precious indeed. The more you are focused on time—past and future—the more you miss the Now, the most precious thing there is. ↗

— Eckhart Tolle

#time #present

We all use the future to escape the present. ↗

— John Green

#present

I compare myself with my former self, not with others. Not only that, I tend to compare my current self with the best I have been, which is when I have been midly manic. When I am my present "normal" self, I am far removed from when I have been my liveliest, most productive, most intense, most outgoing and effervescent. In sort, for myself, I am a hard act to follow. ↗

— Kay Redfield Jamison

#mania #manic #mental-illness #psychology #present

He taught me there's a place on a man's back where, if you sink a blade in, you can pierce his heart and sever his spine, all at once,' Sebastian had said. 'I guess we got the same birthday present that year, big brother,' Jace thought. 'Didn't we? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-glass #herondale #jace #lightwood #morganstern

Presents are made for the pleasure of who gives them, not the merits of who receives them. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#giving #present

The present is theirs; the future, for which I really worked, is mine. ↗

— Nikola Tesla

#present #present

Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it. ↗

— William Arthur Ward

#feeling #giving #gratitude #like #present

Do you remember infinity?” Slowly, I turned around. “What about it?” Tossing something toward me, he said, “Catch.” I reached out and caught it in the air. A silver necklace. I held it up and examined it. The infinity necklace. It didn’t shine the way it used to; it looked a bit coppery now. But I recognized it. Of course I recognized it. “What is this?” I asked. “You know what it is,” he said. I shrugged. “Nope, sorry.” I could see that he was both hurt and angry. “Okay, then. You don’t remember it. I’ll remind you. I bought you that necklace for your birthday.” My birthday. It had to have been for my sixteenth birthday. It was the only year he ever forgot to buy me a birthday present—the last summer we’d all been together at the beach house, when Susannah was still alive. ↗

— Jenny Han

#present

If you're gonna buy me a present, don't spend more than twenty five bucks, you'll get a blowjob anyway. ↗

— Gerard Way

#present