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true love ii

shengnannnn

Beautiful

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l-e-tt-e-r-s

bookmania

This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don’t get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can’t do anything, don’t get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it’s ready to come undone. You have to realize it’s going to be a long process and that you’ll work on things slowly, one at a time.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via bookmania)

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Yesterday is but a dream, Tomorrow is only a vision. But today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness, and every tomorrow a vision of hope.

Kālidāsa, The complete works of Kalidasa (via feellng)

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awelltraveledwoman

tblaberge

One day, you will be walking along with only the memories of days past on your mind and the scars of yesterday etched across your weary heart. Then suddenly, you find that you are no longer alone, you don’t remember where this person came from, but there they are; and now the memories don’t seem so big because you have someone to remind you that new memories can be made. One day, your path won’t seem so bad anymore because at last you have someone walking along with you; how sweet that day is when it arrives, how sweet and wonderful it is. One day, you will have a story to tell that doesn’t end in sorrow and tears because not all stories should be a tragedy; sometimes our story can be rewritten into something beautiful.

T.B. LaBerge // One Day (via tblaberge)

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nepheloma

purplebuddhaproject

Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.

Alice Walker, Living by the Word (via chrysalis1996)