We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other’s opposite and complement.
‘What of art?’
‘It is a malady.’
‘A fashionable substitute for belief.’
‘You are a sceptic.’
‘Never! Scepticism is the beginning of faith.’
‘What are you?’
‘To define is to limit.’
People aren’t either wicked or noble. They’re like chef’s salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict.
I finally figured out that I’m solitary by nature, but at the same time I know so many people; so many people think they own a piece of me. They shift and move under my skin, like a parade of memories that simply won’t go away. It doesn’t matter where I am, or how alone - I always have such a crowded head.
I don’t see why it’s impossible to express everything that’s on one’s mind.
That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.
I want to know you. You seem like someone worth knowing. Every day I feel like I’m surrounded by people with hard edges and sour faces but I get the sense that you’re different. Too often people seem to think that they have the answers to everything. Their faces are trapped in permascowls and they can’t be bothered with anything besides their own narcissism. You aren’t like that. You still ask questions. You’re still looking for the answers.
If I know what love is, it is because of you.
My high is always reflective, peaceable, intellectually exciting, and sociable, unlike most alcohol highs, and there is never a hangover
The girl with the wandering heart,
All she wanted to see,
Was the inside of the ocean, or the equally deep sea.
She went one day, all smiling
As happy as she could be,
To finally see what was inside, the very deep sea.
As she looked up slowly
Came a wave as huge as it could be,
“Oh its magnificent” wide eyed thought she
The wave left her drenched
And not a thing the girl could see,
But her glasses saw everything, from the bottom of the sea
You only demand clarity because you’re too comfortable within your vagueness; You only feel insufficient because you’re extremely fearful of unconditionally caring.
Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that’s how we’ve got to live.
What if I told you 10 years from now your life would be exactly the same. Doubt you’d be happy. So why are you afraid of change?
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