“Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.”

“Charlie, we accept the love we think we deserve.”

"So, this is my life" ...she said...
"And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be..."

My body is a cage...

The best way to escape from your problem is to solve it.

Oh my.. my... oh hey... hey...!

Don't lie to yourself!

Above all, don't lie to yourself!

 The man who lies to himself 

and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot

 distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so 

loses 

all respect for himself and for others. 

And having no respect 

he ceases to love!

I asked myself for peace ...and found it at my feet...

For bitter or worse...

Happiness vs unhappiness

In this life, we have to make many choices. Some are very important choices... Some are not... 

Many of our choices are between good and evil. The choices we make, however, determine to a large extent our happiness or our unhappiness, because we have to live with the consequences of our choices.

A certain amount of impatience may be useful to stimulate and motivate us to action. 

However, I believe that a lack of patience is a major cause of the difficulties and unhappiness in the world today.

My dark secrets are life threatening. Pockets of unhappiness set in aspic that build and build. I have this primitive feeling that if something good happens, it is going to be followed by something bad. There is always a price to pay.

Maybe you think you’ll be entitled to more happiness later by forgoing all of it now, but it doesn’t work that way. Happiness takes as much practice as unhappiness does. It’s by living that you live more. By waiting you wait more. Every waiting day makes your life a little less. Every lonely day makes you a little smaller. Every day you put off your life makes you less capable of living it...

I'm all of this and nothing....

Move in from the dark I'm all of this and nothing I'm the dirt beneath your feet I'm the sun that rises while you're sleeping....

To err is human; to forgive, divine....

“I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'll never understand or forgive myself. And if a bullet gets me, so help me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There's one thing I do know... and that is that I love you... In spite of you and me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us, I love you. Because we're alike. Bad lots, both of us. Selfish and shrewd. But able to look things in the eyes as we call them by their right names.” 

About ART

“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.” 

Beautiful Life

“I don’t have to be perfect. All I have to do is show up and enjoy the messy, imperfect and beautiful journey of my life.”

I don’t just want messy, and dirty, but the knowledge and intelligence to find the meaning in all of it. I want real; the ability to admit mistakes or to be able to say that there is no such thing, if we were able to learn from it. I want uncomfortable honesty that will make me shake down to my bones, because I’ve had enough skipping though shallow puddles to last a lifetime...

Dor de bucurie...

Bucuria este o stare in care sufletul traieste calm si statornic, netulburat de nicio frica sau superstitie sau de vreo alta emotie....

just a habit

Wherever You Are

Umbre

Undeva departe...

Astazi sunt cu gandul departe. Azi, eu si cu mine, am plecat departe, cautand linistea, undeva departe de oameni si de ganduri.

There's only here, there's only now!

Habar n-am câți ani am!

Câți ani am? Câți vreau eu! Am momente în care mă simt de parcă aș fi trăit zece vieți. Și altele în care mă simt, în cel mai realistic mod, ca la 17 ani. Tocmai de aceea nu mă scandalizez și nici măcar nu înțeleg de ce nu-i frumos să fiu întrebată câți ani am. E ca numărul de la pantofi. O cifră. Nu mă identific cu ea.

Eu nu am o vârstă. Nu mai măsor viața în ani, ci în trăiri. În momente de râs și veselie. Îmi măsor viața în momente de dor, de dragoste și tristeți efemere. Nostalgii și melancolii date de luna plină. Îmi petrec fiecare zi trăind. 

Nu am timp să contorizez timpul. Pentru că, în mine, nu am vârstă. 

Am viață!

Las timpul să îmi curgă prin vene, mergând mână în mână cu el, îi zâmbesc și îi povestesc despre câte mai avem de trăit împreună. Iar el îmi zâmbește înapoi. Îmi devine cel mai bun prieten. Nu mă lupt cu timpul meu. Nu încerc să îl înving. Mi-l iau la braț și mă bucur că îl am.