“The Old Year has gone. Let the dead past bury its own dead. The New Year has taken possession of the clock of time. All hail the duties and possibilities of the coming twelve months!”
—Edward Payson Powell (via dolefulness)
January 2012
“When a baby comes into the world, its hands are clenched, right? Like this?” He made a fist. “Why? Because a baby, not knowing any better, wants to grab everything, to say the whole world is mine. But when an old person dies, how does he do so? With his hands open. Why? Because he has learned his lesson.” “What lesson?” I asked. He stretched open his empty fingers. “We can take nothing with us.”
—Mitch Albom (via troubled)
“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.”
—Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth (via fallegt)
I apologize for the lack of posting but I am in exams at the moment. I finish in a week, but hopefully I'll have blogged things by then:) I'm sorryy
“The aim of education should be to teach us rather how to think, than what to think - rather to improve our minds, so as to enable us to think for ourselves, than to load the memory with thoughts of other men.”
—Bill Beattie (via ssujan)
“Joys come from simple and natural things: mist over meadows, sunlight on leaves, the path of the moon over water. Even rain and wind and stormy clouds bring joy.”
—Sigurd F. Olson (via nagging)
Got a conditional offer from a UK university!!!
I applied 2 weeks ago. Words cannot express how I feel right now
“It’s lonely to say goodbye. Very lonely. Please. Cry with me. Maybe there’s nothing we can do about this. But at least, for now…cry with me. Like your entire body…is screaming at the sky. Like it’s raging against the world. I lost something. And I don’t have a single guarantee. The fear of living in this world again after that…I have only a shred of hope to sustain me. So I want you at least…to cry. Cry. Cry with me. Like the day you were first born into this world.”
—Natsuki Takaya (via opaca-viarum)
“Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond-cutter’s tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end.”
—Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet (via pavorst)
December 2011
Happy New Year Everyoneeeeeeeee!
Sad how I’m on tumblr on new years hahahah. SHOWS MY DEDICATION. I’d like to use this opportunity to thank you all, dear followers, for following me. It means a lot, so THANK YOU <3
