So this is life...

“Why do you smile that way? l never know if you’re judging me,
absolving me or mocking me.” - 8½ (1963)

The Winter of the Air
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Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

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Lemony Snicket
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It is likely I will die next to a pile of things I was meaning to read.

John Green
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That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.

Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary
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She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.

Miles Halter, Looking For Alaska
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Those awful things are survivable, because we ARE as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be. When adults say, ‘Teenagers think they are invincible’ with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don’t know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we ARE. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like energy we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail.

Do you ever realize that you could just get up right now and start walking somewhere far far away and never come home again.

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Richard Feynman
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Nobody ever figures out what life is all about, and it doesn’t matter. Explore the world. Nearly everything is really interesting if you go into it deeply enough. Work as hard as much as you want to on things you like to do the best. Don’t think about what you want to be, but what you want to do. Keep up some kind of minimum with other things so that society doesn’t stop you from doing anything at all.

Søren Kierkegaard
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Above all, do not lose your desire to walk. Everyday, I walk myself into a state of well-being & walk away from every illness. I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it. But by sitting still, & the more one sits still, the closer one comes to feeling ill. Thus if one just keeps on walking, everything will be all right.

Winston Churchill
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Success is the ability to go from one failure to another with no loss of enthusiasm.

Richard Siken
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Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, ‘I am falling to the floor crying,’ but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well and when you’re having sex with your next lover on this very floor they will also notice that you didn’t paint it very well and they will think less of you for it. And then you think, ‘Is that sentence too long?’ and then you have to hold the contradictions of sobbing uncontrollably and wondering about grammar in your head at the same time.

“Tell someone you love them today, because life is short. But shout it at them in German, because life is also terrifying and confusing.”