“I wish I were a poet. I’ve never confessed that to anyone, and I’m confessing it to you, because you’ve given me reason to feel that I can trust you. I’ve spent my life observing the universe, mostly in my mind’s eye. It’s been a tremendously rewarding life, a wonderful life. I’ve been able to explore the origins of time and space with some of the great living thinkers. But I wish I were a poet.
Albert Einstein, a hero of mine, once wrote, ‘Our situation is the following. We are standing in front of a closed box which we cannot open.’
I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that the vast majority of the universe is composed of dark matter. The fragile balance depends on things we’ll never be able to see, hear, smell, taste, or touch. Life itself depends on them. What’s real? What isn’t real? Maybe those aren’t the right questions to be asking. What does life depend on? I wish I had made things for life to depend on.”—Jonathan Safran Foer (via loveyourchaos)
“I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.”—Jonathan Safran Foer (via perforatedveins) (via loveyourchaos)
“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it’s the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It’s probably the most important thing in a person.”—Audrey Hepburn (via iamtea-rriffic) (via quote-book, tearriffic)
“The hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong I’d write you another letter. But I never sent them, in fear of what I might find. By then, you’d gone on with your life and I didn’t want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didn’t want to ever forget that.”—Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via quote-book)
“I hate the way you talk to me. And the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare I hate your big dumb combat boots. And the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick - it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh - even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you’re not around. And the fact that you didnt call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you - not even close, not even a little bit, not any at all.”—10 Things I Hate About You |Submitted by: kate-kate-kate (via quote-book)
“I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.”—The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath (via quote-book)
“If you kiss someone with feeling, they know it. And you know it. It’s like everything else goes gray and you’re the only two people left in the whole world”—Marc St. James - Ugly Betty. (via quote-book)
I hate how I can go eat frozen yogurt with her when I please nor pick her up from school and drive to Santa Monica just for fun, nor can we go to eat where we please. I couldn’t be there when she got her first job nor was I able to be her first customer. I’m not there for any of the moments that matter the most. It makes me really sad.
im just bringing this back. this is why Carlos will always be my best friend.
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