And when someone apologizes to you enough times for the things they’ll never stop doing, I think it’s fearless to stop believing them. It’s fearless to say “you’re not sorry,” and walk away.
Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.
Right now I want a word that describes the feeling that you get—a cold sick feeling, deep down inside—when you know something is happening that will change you, and you don’t want it to, but you can’t stop it. And you know, for the first time, for the very first time, that there will now be a before and an after, a was and a will be. And that you will never again quite be the same person you were.
You can’t make any one person your world. The trick is to take what each can give you and build a world from it.
“This has nothing to do with us here. Right now, somewhere else, someone is telling a story. A different story. A saga, a romance. It doesn’t matter. It is sustaining the universe. That’s why we are still here. You can’t stop stories from being told.”
|—||The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus|
Don’t do what you want. Do what you don’t want. Do what You’re trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most.
Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.
And because there is something they can’t see people think it has to be special, because people always think there is something special about what they can’t see, like the dark side of the moon, or the other side of a black hole, or in the dark when they wake up at night and they’re scared.
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer: that you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
“Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.”
|—||The Iliad, Homer|