That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely or isolated from anyone. You belong.
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| — | F. Scott Fitzgerald (via hipstertedbundy) |
Well, I want to echo Stu Varney’s sentiments, and remind you it’s always brightest before the dusk. And the fragrance of the sweetest blossom carries with it the first whiff of decay. Even the perfect infant you cradle in your arms will one day grow old and die. And your friends won’t be there to comfort you, because they’ll be dead too. Remember the good times, and more importantly, remember that they are over and can never happen again.
Ashes. Nothing but ashes. The happiness you feel today is merely the plateau from which you will soon plummet. And during that free-fall, you’ll remember that you left the stove on.
Ashes. Nothing but ashes. The happiness you feel today is merely the plateau from which you will soon plummet. And during that free-fall, you’ll remember that you left the stove on.
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| — | Stephen Colbert. (via therevenants) |
