It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

—Chuck Palahniuk, Diary (via helplesslyamazed)

(Source: quote-book, via thecompleteillustrated)

I once read an old Russian story about a man who walked for 4,300 miles
through a snowstorm just to get home to his wife,
who was up waiting for him with the dogs and a hot supper.
As soon as he got through the door, he tore off his coat and gloves
and kissed her so hard her back cracked.
Sometimes I’m alone with my own pain, and it crawls around the floorboards
like a ghost
until I threaten to bottle it up and throw it in the cellar.
There’s nothing down there but roots and dried fruit, anyway.
It was your idea to assign us a novel about ourselves, 50,000 words
and no commas.
Life is just a run-on sentence. We’re all fucked, we’re all drifting lazily
through the current.
Occasionally I’m filled with a longing for you stronger
than air, than life itself.
What if I stopped breathing?
I wouldn’t be dead. No.
I just wouldn’t love you anymore.

—“Russian Novella,” Writings for Winter (via commovente)

(via matryushka)

In love, we worry more about the meaning of silences than the meaning of words.

—Mason Cooley (via eliego)

(via sociolab)

Alone is walking along a street, just you and your city, taking things in that you often don’t take the time to appreciate when you’re busy with other people. It is allowing your senses to be your company, talking to you with a million different voices of how good this smells or how wonderful that feels. It is taking the time to soak in your surroundings, instead of just existing blindly within them.

Lonely is seeing something so beautiful that you feel your heart cannot contain it all by itself, that it is going to burst from the radiance that it is longing to express. It is wanting to turn to someone, anyone, and say “Look at that. Isn’t that wonderful?” and realizing that, as with so many other memories of late, there is just no one there to share it with.

—Chelsea Fagan, The Difference Between Alone and Lonely (via larmoyante)

(Source: larmoyante, via sociolab)

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