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I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend... ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#stars #stars

It seemed like forever ago, like we've had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. ↗

— John Green

#infinities #infinity #tfios #stars

It is better moving up to your goal and falling than not falling doing nothing ↗

— Qaiser Abbas

#inspirational

In Paris the cashiers sit rather than stand. They run your goods over a scanner, tally up the price, and then ask you for exact change. The story they give is that there aren't enough euros to go around. "The entire EU is short on coins." And I say, "Really?" because there are plenty of them in Germany. I'm never asked for exact change in Spain or Holland or Italy, so I think the real problem lies with the Parisian cashiers, who are, in a word, lazy. Here in Tokyo they're not just hard working but almost violently cheerful. Down at the Peacock, the change flows like tap water. The women behind the registers bow to you, and I don't mean that they lower their heads a little, the way you might if passing someone on the street. These cashiers press their hands together and bend from the waist. Then they say what sounds to me like "We, the people of this store, worship you as we might a god. ↗

— David Sedaris

#cashiers #europe #euros #hospitality #japan

I love short stories because I believe they are the way we live. They are what our friends tell us, in their pain and joy, their passion and rage, their yearning and their cry against injustice. ↗

— Andre Dubus

#short-story

Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all. ↗

— Patricia A. McKillip

#language #meaning #words #language

The world has a soul and whoever understands that soul can also understand the language of many things. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#language

Love lasts because it changes and not because it stays the same and never faces any challenges. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#change

I slid down in the seat and began to weep. I wept for her, for me, but mostly because the siren call of my first big story with a yellow border around it was more powerful than the call of fatherhood. ↗

— Joe McNally

#parenting #relationships #photography

Judging by the photograph it seemed like I hadn’t been there at all. As if it was my camera that had been on holiday, and not me. ↗

— Ida Løkås

#holiday #memories #photograph #photographer #photography