#sec

What i realise now is that the story actually did have a happy ending: the children came back. In spite of everything the adults did to them, the children found their own way home, their pockets full of precious stones and pearls that gleamed and shone in the light. ↗

— Julia Green

#hope #life #love #second-chances #forgiveness

Man was born for society. However little He may be attached to the World, He never can wholly forget it, or bear to be wholly forgotten by it. Disgusted at the guilt or absurdity of Mankind, the Misanthrope flies from it: He resolves to become an Hermit, and buries himself in the Cavern of some gloomy Rock. While Hate inflames his bosom, possibly He may feel contented with his situation: But when his passions begin to cool; when Time has mellowed his sorrows, and healed those wounds which He bore with him to his solitude, think you that Content becomes his Companion? Ah! no, Rosario. No longer sustained by the violence of his passions, He feels all the monotony of his way of living, and his heart becomes the prey of Ennui and weariness. He looks round, and finds himself alone in the Universe: The love of society revives in his bosom, and He pants to return to that world which He has abandoned. Nature loses all her charms in his eyes: No one is near him to point out her beauties, or share in his admiration of her excellence and variety. Propped upon the fragment of some Rock, He gazes upon the tumbling waterfall with a vacant eye, He views without emotion the glory of the setting Sun. Slowly He returns to his Cell at Evening, for no one there is anxious for his arrival; He has no comfort in his solitary unsavoury meal: He throws himself upon his couch of Moss despondent and dissatisfied, and wakes only to pass a day as joyless, as monotonous as the former. ↗

— Matthew Gregory Lewis

#contentment #discontentment #hermit #hermits #hopelessness

Tomorrow will never call to ask your opinion; you don't control it. Stop allowing today's possibilities to be robbed by tomorrow's insecurities. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#happiness #insecurities #inspirational #life #motivational

If I maintain my silence about my secret it is my prisoner...if I let it slip from my tongue, I am ITS prisoner. ↗

— Arthur Schopenhauer

#gossip #secrets #gossip

Word spread because word will spread. Stories and secrets fight, stories win, shed new secrets, which new stories fight, and on. ↗

— China Miéville

#secrets #stories #gossip

You cannot let your parents anywhere near your real humiliations. ↗

— Alice Munro

#secrets #shame #shame

Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing. ↗

— Helen Keller

#avoiding #children #danger #daring #does

Insecurities have the ability to shape and mold our minds to live with everything that’s bad; like crying on the inside, while smiling on the outside…thus creating pain…but, alas, I have the answer; forget about what you thought and enjoy (embrace) what you feel ↗

— Jeremy Aldana

#emotion #feeling #happiness #insecurity #pain

I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me. ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#self #transformation

Your arrogance doesn't cheapen me. ↗

— Toba Beta

#cheapen #pride #secret #arrogance