lifehackable:

maybe the grass is always greener on the other side because it’s fertilized with bullshit

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Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what’s on the other side? George R. R. Martin (via winter-hear-me-coming)

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Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a river. Lisa See, Snow Flower and the Secret Fan (via quoted-books) +
drdak:

Future tattoo
All the hardest, coldest people you meet,
were once as soft as water.
And that’s the tragedy of living.
Iain S. Thomas (via poetisch)

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'Always remember, child,' her first teacher had impressed on her, 'that to think bad thoughts is really the easiest thing in the world. If you leave your mind to itself it will spiral you down into ever-increasing unhappiness. To think good thoughts, however, requires effort. This is one of the things that need disipline –training- is about. So train your mind to dwell on sweet perfumes, the touch of this silk, tender raindrops against the shoji, the curve of the flower arrangement, the tranquillity of dawn. Then, at length, you won't have to make such a great effort and you will be of value to yourself.' James Clavell, Shōgun (via quoted-books) +
A star falls from the sky and into your hands. Then it seeps through your veins and swims inside your blood and becomes every part of you. And then you have to put it back into the sky. And it’s the most painful thing you’ll ever have to do and that you’ve ever done. But what’s yours is yours. Whether it’s up in the sky or here in your hands. And one day, it’ll fall from the sky and hit you in the head real hard and that time, you won’t have to put it back in the sky again. C. JoyBell C. (via observando)

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There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain… Or so says the legend. Colleen McCullough, The Thorn Birds (via quoted-books) +
I’m sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go, for my inability to hold on to the important things. Jonathan Safran Foer (via observando)

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Mocking a woman is like drinking too much wine. It may be fun for a short time, but the hangover is hell. Brandon Sanderson, Warbreaker (via quoted-books) +
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