#so

What about me? I love you so much... And I tried to make you go away... I killed you and it didn't help. And I hate it! I hate that it's so hard... and that you can hurt me so much. I know everything that you did, because you did it to me. Oh, God! I wish that I wished you dead. I don't. I can't. Strong is fighting! It's hard, and it's painful, and it's every day. It's what we have to do. And we can do it together. But if you're too much of a coward for that, then burn. If I can't convince you that you belong in this world, then I don't know what can. But do not expect me to watch. And don't expect me to mourn for you, because... ↗

— Joss Whedon

#buffy-summers #joss-whedon #season- #love

When you quit drinking you stop waiting. ↗

— Caroline Knapp

#drinking #sobriety #love

Animals, like us, are living souls. They are not things. They are not objects. Neither are they human. Yet they mourn. They love. They dance. They suffer. They know the peaks and chasms of being. ↗

— Gary Kowalski

#being #souls #love

I studied mathematics which is the madness of reason. ↗

— Benjamin Moser

#mathematics #reason #biography

People with opinions just go around bothering one another. ↗

— Buddha Gotama

#philosophy #buddhism

If I can't stay where I am, and I can't, then I will put all that I can into the going. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#growth #resolution #bravery

Creativity sparks originality which then manifests itself into what we call evolution. To depreciate imagination is to depreciate life. ↗

— Alecia Stone

#evolution #philosophy #thought #imagination

An honest religious thinker is like a tightrope walker. He almost looks as though he were walking on nothing but air. His support is the slenderest imaginable. And yet it really is possible to walk on it. ↗

— Ludwig Wittgenstein

#philosophy #religion #wittgenstein #imagination

There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood. The boy is walking through the street of his town. He is thinking of the future and of the figure he will cut in the world. Ambitions and regrets awake within him. Suddenly something happens; he stops under a tree and waits as for a voice calling his name. Ghosts of old things creep into his consciousness; the voices outside of himself whisper a message concerning the limitations of life. From being quite sure of himself and his future he becomes not at all sure. If he be an imaginative boy a door is torn open and for the first time he looks out upon the world, seeing, as though they marched in procession before him, the countless figures of men who before his time have come out of nothingness into the world, lived their lives and again disappeared into nothingness. The sadness of sophistication has come to the boy. With a little gasp he sees himself as merely a leaf blown by the wind through the streets of his village. He knows that in spite of all the stout talk of his fellows he must live and die in uncertainty, a thing blown by the winds, a thing destined like corn to wilt in the sun. ↗

— Sherwood Anderson

#future #ghosts #life #manhood #nothingness

My mother finally took me to a child psychologist, who knew exactly what I was, but she just couldn’t accept it and kept trying to tell my folks I was reading their body language and was very observant, so I had good reason to imagine I heard people’s thoughts. Of course, she couldn’t admit I was literally hearing people’s thoughts because that just didn’t fit into her world. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#individuality #outside-comfort-zone #personality #imagination