Happiness is like a butterfly: the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.
If it’s possible for one person to be hurt by another, then it’s possible for that person to be healed by another.
It’s easy to look at people and make quick judgments about them, their present and their past, but you’d be amazed at the pain and tears a single smile hides. What a person shows to the world is only one tiny facet of the iceberg hidden from sight. And more often then not, it’s lined with cracks and scars that go all the way to the foundation of their soul.
‘I hope you will learn to feel good about yourself’…what is that supposed to mean? How are you supposed to find these qualities, I wonder? If the reason you don’t feel good about yourself is that all you can find are qualities you don’t like? I don’t think you can. Not like that, that’s not how it works. I think what it takes is for someone else to say, ‘I like you’, that’s the only way you can truly begin to like yourself. When someone else accepts you, that’s when you begin to see yourself through their eyes.
The marks humans leave are too often scars.
My soul is in the sky.
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William Shakespeare (via obscyr)
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Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence — whether much that is glorious — whether all that is profound — does not spring from disease of thought — from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect
It’s okay. Just be yourself and do things at your own pace. You’ll fit right in.
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Yuki Sohma (Fruits Basket)
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The quieter you become, the more you can hear.
I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness. In reality those who satisfy me are those who simply allow me to live with my idea of them.
