28. jan. 2012
25. jan. 2012
Harriet Beecher Stowe
"Hvis du når til et vanskeligt punkt og alting går dig imod, indtil det synes, som om du ikke kan holde det ud et minut længere, giv ikke op, for det er netop stedet og timen, hvor timevandet vil vende."
17. jan. 2012
Johnny Depp
"If you love two people at the same time, choose the second one, because if you really loved the first one you wouldn’t have fallen for the second."
15. jan. 2012
Le Love
"I haven't fallen in love yet. I'm only eighteen, still a baby, but that doesn't stop me from wanting it so badly.
As my second semester of college comes around the corner, I cannot help but think "will he be in this room?", as I walk into new classes; a clean slate, they don't know me and I don't know them.
Believe it when it's said, I'm not desperate nor do I need a boyfriend. Believe it when it's said, I just want to know what it feels like, to have someone in which you can be 100% yourself, that will love all your flaws as you love his or hers.
You see i am a sucker for books, and sappy stories, though I do not like showing it. Both happy endings and tragic endings appeal to me because the characters in stories always feel something nonetheless. Dreaming is all I have ever known.
So I'm terrified that I'll be one of those girls who never falls in love because it hasn't happened yet. I'm also terrified that I'll be one of those girls who falls for anyone just to see if love could be found there.
Who will love the girl who loves getting lost in a book,
chasing those fantasies that only exist in her mind?
Who will love the girl who suddenly gets quiet because she got a bad vibe,
so it ruins her whole day?
Who will love the girl who gets lost is her train of thoughts and will never be able to tell you why she got lost in the first place?
Who will love the girl who yearns for those midnight talks about life and what it has to bring?
Who will love the girl?
I know that I'm not the only one out there who feels this way. Younger, older, wiser: there are many of us. It's a scary concept, love, but I still want to feel it."
As my second semester of college comes around the corner, I cannot help but think "will he be in this room?", as I walk into new classes; a clean slate, they don't know me and I don't know them.
Believe it when it's said, I'm not desperate nor do I need a boyfriend. Believe it when it's said, I just want to know what it feels like, to have someone in which you can be 100% yourself, that will love all your flaws as you love his or hers.
You see i am a sucker for books, and sappy stories, though I do not like showing it. Both happy endings and tragic endings appeal to me because the characters in stories always feel something nonetheless. Dreaming is all I have ever known.
So I'm terrified that I'll be one of those girls who never falls in love because it hasn't happened yet. I'm also terrified that I'll be one of those girls who falls for anyone just to see if love could be found there.
Who will love the girl who loves getting lost in a book,
chasing those fantasies that only exist in her mind?
Who will love the girl who suddenly gets quiet because she got a bad vibe,
so it ruins her whole day?
Who will love the girl who gets lost is her train of thoughts and will never be able to tell you why she got lost in the first place?
Who will love the girl who yearns for those midnight talks about life and what it has to bring?
Who will love the girl?
I know that I'm not the only one out there who feels this way. Younger, older, wiser: there are many of us. It's a scary concept, love, but I still want to feel it."
Jason Reeves
"We are the lovesick. The fearless ones. The never giving up. The hearts undone. Sick with the desire to love. To live so far beyond the boundaries given to us. We are the fence-hopping fools who never stopped to read the signs. The ones that left the world behind. Like dreams we've drawn in neon light. Just moments in the sea of time. We are the lost ones wandering. The soon to be smoldering. Last to be found. The first to fall and fail to fly then shatter on the ground. We are the rebels running wild through a darkness that can swallow us. But we've set fire to our souls. Burning brilliant blinding gold. The flames that illuminate our lonely road. Our futures holding fates untold. We are the ever-refusing to fold. To fade away or worse to lose. The few that bend and break apart the cages of our rules. Born desperate for the promise of the mystery unknown. We are the lovesick. And just like the sun we will always rise. Hope still shining in our eyes."
Leonard Cohen
“I almost went to bed without remembering the four white violets I put in the button-hole of your green sweater and how I kissed you then and you kissed me shy as though I’d never been your lover.”
Charles Bukowski
“I drive around the streets
an inch away from weeping,
ashamed of my sentimentality and
possible love.”
an inch away from weeping,
ashamed of my sentimentality and
possible love.”
Franz Kafka: Diaries
“Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don’t find yourself.”
Claude McKay
“I know the dark delight of being strange, the penalty of difference in the crowd, the loneliness of wisdom among fools…”
14. jan. 2012
Augusten Burroughs
"I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me, on the outside.
Because how do you meet a new person? I was very stumped by this for many years.
And then I realized, you just say, "Hi." They may ignore you. Or you may marry them.
And that possibility is worth that one word."
Because how do you meet a new person? I was very stumped by this for many years.
And then I realized, you just say, "Hi." They may ignore you. Or you may marry them.
And that possibility is worth that one word."
9. jan. 2012
4. jan. 2012
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