“You are the only one who has understood even a whisper of me, and I will tell you that I am the only person who has understood even a whisper of you.”—Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via ish07)
"Don't feel sorry for yourself..Only assholes do that."
'How running is Magic'
I almost always adhere to the first suggested title…almost always…except on Sundays. On Sundays, whether I like it or not…I remember all that I have lost. It hits me like a brick wall.
My parents, my marriage… declared null and void after eleven years, life as I knew it…now only in pockets…
I begin to think about what I have on my plate…I get overwhelmed…and I say to myself: “Lisa, no mere mortal woman could handle this.”
Then I think about all that I do…raising 1 & 2 & 3 almost alone, the teaching of the junior high kids, the teachers that act like junior high kids, the lesson plans, the homework, the trying to keep the house in livable condition…
Then there is the living that must be done…I don’t want to scrape by in life..I refuse to merely exist…I want to suck the marrow dry…see everything there is to see…meet every kind of person there is to meet….There are so many sunsets I haven’t seen…there are adventures to be had!
And my kids..I want to show them so much… There is almost never a dull moment when I am with them or when I am without them. Not much wasted life….but this gets rather exhausting….and there is no one to make you coffee in the morning….
And sometimes…if I let my mind think about all of it at the same time….I start contemplating islands I could run off to: Hilton Head, Manhattan, Galapagos…..
So, before I runaway from it all, I decide to try and run it off first….
When I return from my long sweaty adventure….this is all I see:
and I’m like….What? What?
I got this…;D
This rambling was composed in the brain of the blogger during a six mile run around the Lakes of LSU…to a mad mix of Coldplay & Al Green.
“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swaps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it’s yours.”—Ayn Rand (Atlas Shrugged)
“I love you, he thought, looking at Win. I love every part of you, every thought and word…the entire complex, fascinating bundle of all the things you are. I want you with ten different kinds of need at once. I love all the seasons of you, the way you are now, the thought of how much more beautiful you’ll be in the decades to come. I love you for being the answer to every question my heart could ask.”—Lisa Kleypas (via ish07)
“On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars - Something good will come out of all things yet - And it will be golden and eternal just like that - There’s no need to say another word.”— Jack Kerouac
“because how I ever got to you, I have no idea
it’s like some secret door,
well it just appeared
so, no matter what I do from now on with my time
you will always stay here, in my mind
I am certain of this, and I am not certain of anything”—bright eyes
“The same thing happened over and over:
I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all.
That’s one of the reasons I never wanted to get married. The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth
of July rocket.”—Sylvia pLath
“When I say it’s you I like, I’m talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. Love that conquers hate, peace that rises triumphant over war, and justice that proves more powerful than greed.”—Fred Rogers (Mr. Rogers)
“There was so much in you that charmed me that I felt I must tell you something about yourself. I thought how tragic it would be if you were wasted.”—Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via ish07)
“I won’t tell you that the world matters nothing, or the world’s voice, or the voice of society. They matter a good deal. They matter far too much. But there are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely—or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands. You have that moment now. Choose!”—Oscar Wilde (via ish07)
“Some things don’t last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.”—Sarah Dessen (via druxy)
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
“He saw things in a way that others did not, so that a city I had lived in all my life seemed a different place, so that a woman became beautiful with the light on her face.”—Girl With a Pearl Earring, Tracy Chevalier (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“You are more to me than any of them has any idea; you are the atmosphere of beauty through which I see life; you are the incarnation of all lovely things…I think of you day and night.”—Oscar Wilde (via ish07)
“And she was so simply his love, his girl, watching him approach as if she were memorizing him and his walk and those flowers and this moment, and he wanted to ask her what sound a heart made when it broke from pleasure, when just the sight of someone filled you the way food, blood, and air never could, when you felt as if you’d been born for only one moment, and this, for whatever reason, was it.”—Dennis Lehane, Shutter Island (via quote-book)
“The world is supposed to be full of possibilities, but they narrow down to pretty few in most personal experience. There’s lots of good fish in the sea…maybe…but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you’re not mackerel or herring yourself you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.”—D.H. Lawrence