#wing

Everyone always knows what they're doing," he says abruptly, still not looking up from his hands, the little plastic pot and the old tattoo and the new white dressing on his left wrist. "You know what you're doing, you got your work and your friends and everything and miserable headfucky little teenage girly boys think you're amazing and, I don't know, you might've saved my life, who knows? I might be dead if it weren't for you and Olly but people can't keep looking after me all the time cos that ain't healthy neither, that's just as bad as people not giving a fuck at all. And, like... I'm trying to sort my head out and be a proper grown-up and get my degree and go to work and look after them kids and make sure my dad ain't kicking my sister round the house like a football but it's just so hard all the time, and I know I ain't got no right to complain cos that's just life, ain't it? Everyone's the same, least I ain't got money worries or nothing. I just don't know what I'm doing, everything's too hard. I can try and try forever but I can't be good enough for no one so what the fuck's the point? ↗

— Richard Rider

#pip #life

Everyone I meet now is at least ten years younger than me. I feel like Rip van Winkle with a bald spot. ↗

— Jaffe Cohen

#mid-life-crisis #life

He nods, as if to acknowledge that endings are almost always a little sad, even when there is something to look forward to on the other side. ↗

— Emily Giffin

#goodbyes #growing-up #moving-on #love

So many believe that it is love that grows, but it is the knowing that grows and love simply expands to contain it. ↗

— Wm. Paul Young

#love #relationships #love

Love gives you wings. Icarus and the Challenger both had wings, and so did my first love letter, after I folded it up and flung it at my crush.
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— Jarod Kintz

#challenger #crush #explosion #flung #icarus

If my love could be represented by a blur, it would be the beating of a hummingbird’s wings. Did you know that my love is the only love that can fly backwards?
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— Jarod Kintz

#backwards #bird #birds #blur #flight

I focused on the passing houses filled with couples who’d somehow survived this teenage craziness of ‘he likes her but she likes him and he likes somebody else, you just can’t win.’ How did they do it? How did they end up in their golden, warm and cozy living rooms with their 2.3 children and dogs and cats? Because getting from where I was to where they were seemed millions of light years away. ↗

— Sarah Strohmeyer

#love #romance #love

She watches Simon's profile as he drives, concentrating, but he keeps turning to her, and every time he does so, he is smiling. He doesn't seem to care, and she wonders if, actually, he wants to be caught. In some ways she does, because she knows, already, albeit crazily swiftly, that she wants more of this man, that once was never, ever going to be enough. ↗

— Sarah Rayner

#knowing #lust #passion #love

The test of man then is not, 'How have I believed?' but 'How have I loved?'. The final test of religion is not religiousness, but love: not what I have done, not what I have believed, not what I have achieved, but how I have discharged the common charities of life. Sins of commission in that awful indictment are not even referred to. By what we have not done, by sins of omission, we are judged. It could not be otherwise. For the withholding of love is the negation of the Spirit of Christ, the proof that we never knew Him, that for us He lived in vain. Pastor Henry Drummond, 1890 ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#life

Όταν προτιμούνται τα αγόρια από τα κορίτσια, τα συμπλέγματα κατωτερότητας στα κορίτσια είναι σχεδόν αναπόφευκτα. Τα παιδιά είναι πολύ ευαίσθητα και ακόμα και ένα πολύ καλό παιδί μπορεί να πάρει μια ολότελα λαθεμένη κατεύθυνση στη ζωή εξαιτίας της υποψίας του ότι προτιμούν τους άλλους. ↗

— Άλφρεντ Άντλερ

#children #complex #girls #growing-up #life