Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
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When we honestly ask ourselves which person in
our lives mean the most to us , we often find that
it is those who , instead of giving advice,
solutions, or cures , have chosen rather to share
our pain and touch our wounds with a warm
and tender hand. The friend who can be silent
with us in a moment of despair or confusion,
who can stay with us in an hour of grief and
bereavement , who can tolerate not knowing, not
curing , not healing and face with us the reality
of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
~ Henri Nouwen
“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will.”
-Charlotte Bronte
This is one of my favorite quotes. I used to chant this like a mantra sometime back. Now I look back and realize that I didn’t even understand it then. I used it to escape from my responsibilities saying to myself that I am a free person and I should do what I feel like doing instead of doing what I am supposed to do.
And now I realize that this quote makes me completely responsible for all the wrong choices I made because after-all I am a free human being with an independent will. All the bad things that have happened in my life have been a result of a wrong choice I made, not just because it was meant to be. I was blessed with freedom and yet I managed to trap myself in a mess of my wrong choices.
I know I have to move on now and make better choices but erasing the past is not possible and dealing with it makes me loose my confidence because I feel like I will never be able to make right choices. I can hardly decide which is the right choice and which is wrong.
I feel like a trapped bird now, but in the bird’s case someone else’s net ensares it.
You think fairy tales are only for girls?
Here’s a hint - ask yourself who wrote them.
I assure you, it wasn’t just the women.
It’s the great male fantasy -
all it takes is one dance to know that she’s the one. All it takes is the sound of her song from the tower, or a look at her sleeping face. And right away you know - this is the girl in your head, sleeping or dancing or singing in front of you. Yes, girls want their princes, but boys want their princesses just as much…♥
wish guys were brave enuf to accept this…
passion
“Passion makes a person stop eating, sleeping, working, feeling at peace. A lot of people are frightened because, when it appears, it demolishes all the old things it finds in its path. No one wants their life thrown into chaos. That is why a lot of people keep that threat under control, and are somehow capable of sustaining a house or a structure that is already rotten. They are the engineers of the superseded. Other people think exactly the opposite: they surrender themselves without a second thought, hoping to find in passion the solutions to all their problems. They make the other person responsible for their happiness and blame them for their possible unhappiness. They are either euphoric because something marvelous has happened or depressed because something unexpected has just ruined everything. Keeping passion at bay or surrendering blindly to it - which of these two attitudes is the least destructive? I don’t know.” ― Paulo Coelho , Eleven Minutes
I had a task, did not do it, and now the failure is wrecking my life. I ought to have done something positive with my life, to have become a star in the sky. Instead of which I remained stuck on earth, and now I am gradually fading out. My life has really become meaningless and so it consists only in futile episodes. The people around me do not notice this and would not understand; but I know that I have a fundamental deficiency. Be glad of it, if you don’t understand what I am writing here.
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- Wittgenstein to Engelmann, 1921 (via time immemorial) (via invisiblestories) Turns out I am a reincarnation of Wittgenstein, because this is basically the same thing I say to my therapist every week. |
Don’t be fooled by the face I wear For I wear a mask, a thousand masks, Masks that I’m afraid to take off And none of them is me.
I give you the impression that I’m secure. I play my game, my desperate, pretending game With a façade of assurance without And a trembling child within. So begins the glittering but empty parade of Masks, And my life becomes a front. I tell you everything that’s really nothing, and nothing of what’s everything, of what’s crying within me. So when I’m going through my routine do not be fooled by what I’m saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not saying, what I’d like to be able to say, what for survival I need to say, but what I can’ t say.
(from a poem) By Charles C. Finn
