Reach for the Sun
-
“I have no fear of losing you, for you aren’t an object of my property, or anyone else’s. I love you as you are, without attachment, without fears, without conditions, without egoism, trying not to absorb you. I love you freely because I love your freedom, as well as mine.” — Anthony de Mello(via heartnothate)
-
“The most solid advice for a writer is this, I think: Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.” — Ernest Hemingway (via irisblasi)(via photographic-energy)
-
“Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.” — The Dharma Bums (via loveyourchaos)(via crescent-moonrise)
-
-
“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.” —Eric Roth
(The Curious Case of Benjamin Button)
-
(via l-i-v-e-incolor)
-
-
-
“I love it when suddenly autumn comes. You’re waking up early in a morning and you feel differently. Like something has changed. You can smell the rain even though you haven’t got up from the bed. You bring your blanket closer to your face and you stretch your legs. A feeling that tingles you. You feel relaxed. Like nothing wrong ever happened before. You’re getting up from the bed and make a hot coffee or tea. You open the window and take a deep breath. Things are changing. And where everybody saw the ugliness coming,due to rain, you see beauty. You see a sad beauty. And there’s nothing wrong about that. Autumn is sad. You are sad. But now it’s a different kind of sadness. It’s like a happy sadness. It’s weird,you know. How can some teardrops from the sky change your whole perspective. So many things changed,but in the same time nothing really. You turn on the music. You’re getting high with the melody and take a sip from the coffee or the tea. It’s a different day. It’s Sunday. Everything’s different on Sunday.” — (via writtenbytearsandsmiles)(via crescent-moonrise)
-
Farewell <3 I’ll see you again on my new blog!
