#tru

How gleefully life shreds our well crafted plans. ↗

— David Mitchell

#life

A fierce hand gripped my chest, squeezing my lungs. No. it wasn't my lungs. It was my heart. It was breaking. Wasn't I stronger than this? ↗

— Anna Sheehan

#true-to-life #life

The sad heart needs work to do. ↗

— Joan Bauer

#way-to-be #life

The truth is in the heart; out there is true darkness. ↗

— Toba Beta

#heart #life #secret #true #truth

That wasn't love; that was stupidity. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#fact #fictional #life #truth #life

Follow the rules until you make them. ↗

— Luke Green

#skills #truisms #writing #life

Why is it, I wonder, that people suffer, when there is so little need, when an effort of will and some hard work would bring them from their misery into peace and contentment. ↗

— Richard Llewellyn

#life #struggle #life

You can tell people the truth, but they'll never believe you until the event. Until it's too late. In the meantime, the truth will just piss them off and get you in a lot of trouble. So you just walk home. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#life #reality #truth #life

In essence, you are neither inferior nor superior to anyone. True self-esteem and true humility arise out of that realization. In the eyes of the ego, self-esteem and humility are contradictory. In truth, they are one and the same. ↗

— Eckhart Tolle

#inferiority #self-esteem #superiority #truth #truth-telling

Life was taking its vengeance on me, and that vengeance consisted merely in coming back, nothing more. Every case of madness involves something coming back. People who are possessed are not possessed by something that just comes but instead by something that comes back. Sometimes life comes back. If in me everything crumbled before that power, it is not because that power was itself necessarily an overwhelming one: it in fact had only to come, since it had already become too full-flowing a force to be controlled or contained - when it appeared it overran everything. And then, like after a flood, there floated a wardrobe, a person, a loose window, three suitcases. And that seemed like Hell to me, that destruction of layers and layers of human archaeology. ↗

— Clarice Lispector

#hell #life #madness #repression #vengeance