You attend the funeral. You grieve. Then you continue with your life. And at times the fact of her absence will hit you like a blow to the chest, and you will weep. But this will happen less and less as time goes on. She is dead. You are alive. So live.
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 6: Fables and Reflections
Why does everything have to be so black and white? Boy or girl? Gay or straight? Why does everything have to have a reason? Maybe some things don’t have reasons. Maybe they’re destined to be for no other reason than the fact that they are.
I want to make Romeo jealous! I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain.
“True rebels, after all, are as rare as true lovers, and in both cases, to mistake a fever for passion can destroy one's life.”
"To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the making of bread."
"When one begins to live by habit and by quotation, one has begun to stop living."
“Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.”
"The world is before you, and you need not take it or leave it as it was when you came in."
“To accept one’s past – one’s history – is not the same thing as drowning in it; it is learning how to use it. An invented past can never be used; it cracks and crumbles under the pressures of life like clay in a season of drought.”
“For, while the tale of how we suffer, and how we are delighted, and how we may triumph is never new, it always must be heard. There isn't any other tale to tell, it's the only light we've got in all this darkness.”
“Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.”
“You have to go the way your blood beats. If you don't live the only life you have, you won't live some other life, you won't live any life at all.”
"Not everything that is faced can be changed. But nothing can be changed until it is faced."
"Ignorance, allied with power, is the most ferocious enemy justice can have."
“All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.”
You’ve felt it too, haven’t you? Even for a fleeting moment? When you’re engrossed in a good book, or losing yourself in trying a new recipe, or tackling something at work, and then you look up at the clock, only to realize just how many hours have passed. Whatever you want to call it: flying, sailing, surging. It’s the way time moves differently when you’re caught up in the simple joy of being yourself. It’s what can happen when you make the decision to let go of criticism and worry and fear. And that’s where The Best really lives.