You must learn her. You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her secret spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept. And, this is how you keep her. me.
via/snob, habitually chic, kate the great, lovely soul
We have a natural tendency to assume that a remarkable chemistry between two souls is confirmation that they are meant to be together. In the heat of profound feelings, it seems counter-intuitive to imagine ourselves separate from our beloved. But chemistry and longevity are not natural bedfellows. Just because we feel earth-shatteringly alive with someone doesn’t mean they are supposed to be our …life partner. They may have come for a very different reason – to awaken us, to expand us, to shatter us so wide open that we can never close again. Perhaps they were sent from afar to polish the rough diamond of your soul before vanishing into eternity. Perhaps they just came to give you new eyes. Better we surrender our expectations when the beloved comes. She or he may just be dropping in for a visit.
via/habitually chic, snob, kate the great, loft I love
All that really matters is to feel alive, if only for a single moment – to feel in Intense Sensation that our existence is not an endless repetition of sleeping, eating, drinking, and dressing.
via/snob, habitually chic, kate the great
I‘m so tired I never want to wake up again. But I‘ve figured out now that it was never them that made me feel that way. It was just me, all along.
via/kate the great, anime bing, they all hate us
I have to admit, an unrequited love is so much better than a real one. I mean, it‘s perfect… As long as something is never even started, you never have to worry about it ending. It has endless potential.
via/kate the great, enough is enough, snob
I thought of all the others who had tried to tie him to the ground and failed. So I resisted showing him the songs and poems I had written, knowing that too much truth can ruin a thing. And if that meant he wasn‘t entirely mine, what of it? I would be the one he could always return to without fear of recrimination or question. So I did not try to win him and contented myself with playing a beautiful game. But there was always a part of me that hoped for more, and so there was a part of me that was always a fool.
via/kate the great, habitually chic, enough is never enough, snob, various
Some days, I feel everything at once. Other days, I feel nothing at all. I don´t know what´s worse: Drowning beneath the waves, or Dying from the thirst.
via/ snob, they all hate us
For our part, when we feel, we evaporate; ah, we breathe ourselves out and away; with each new heart fire we give off a fainter scent. True, someone may tell us: you‘re in my blood, this room, Spring itself is filled with you … To what end? He can‘t hold us, we vanish within him and around him.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies
via/habitually chic, snob. they all hate us
It is always important to know when something has reached its end. Closing circles, shutting doors, finishing chapters, it doesn‘t matter what we call it; what matters is to leave in the past those moments in life that are over. There’s a trick to the ‚graceful exit.‘ It begins with the vision to recognize when a job, a life stage, or a relationship is over — and let it go. It means leaving what’s over without denying its validity or its past importance to our lives. It involves a sense of future, a belief that every exit line is an entry, that we are moving up, rather than out.
Let me give my love to you. Let me take your hand. And as we walk in the dimming light. Baby, understand.. That everything ends…I may regret the way we ended, but I will never regret what we had.
via/habitually chic, they all hate us, snob
Be generous with your love. Sprinkle compliments and uplift words everywhere you go. You will do this knowing that your words are like seeds and when they fall on fertile soil, a reflection of those seeds will grow into something greater.
via/habitually chic, snob, they all hate us