“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.”—Khalil Gibran (The Prophet)
“We’d start slow, the way we always did, because the run, and the game, could go on for awhile. Maybe even forever. That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about. It was twenty minutes, or a hundred years, or just this instant, or any instant I wished would last and last. But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening. Right then, as I ran with Wes into that bright sun, and every moment afterwards. Look, there. Now. Now. Now.”—Sarah Dessen (via atomos)
“All I ask is one thing, and I’m asking this particularly of young people: please don’t be cynical. I hate cynicism, for the record, it’s my least favorite quality and it doesn’t lead anywhere. Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you’re kind, amazing things will happen.”—Conan O’Brien (via quote-book)
Today I think I shall go to the Friendly Used Bookstore. Because even though my “To Read” list is too long, you can still find some gems there. It might take me years to read whatever books I buy there, but they’ll get my full attention eventually.
(Me explaining the need-to-knows of the zombie apocalypse to my little sister)
Me:Jesus was a zombie! He died, and then suddenly he's not dead anymore. Undead. Undead-Zombie Jesus.
Alex:Haha! I've never thought of that before.
Me:It's true. And do you know where the safest place during the zombie apocalypse is?
Me:The South. Why? Cause it's spacious, a close sense of community and team work, we're inventive, and everybody hunts anyway. The North is too crowded; everybody's packed in like mosquitoes...what? No. That's so not the word I'm looking for. Eggs? Is that better? Eggs are close.
Me:Sardines! Yes, sardines! Anyway, they're packed like sardines up there. 1 out of every 3 people will be infected. And if you stand less than a foot away from people all day long, somebody can just lean over and bite you. Then, boom, you're suddenly that 1 out of 3. You're suddenly a statistic.