- Anne Lamott (via julieyumi)
“ It’s like driving a car at night. You never see further than your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way. ”
And I remember, to a certain degree, when we were watching, I can’t remember which episode, I think it was “Forever and a Day,” and I remember watching certain scenes with Rick and I, and Chris turned to me (we were both watching), and he turns to me and he goes ‘You guys are queers.’
And the worst part about it was: I couldn’t disagree with him!
There was like some weird kind of chemistry the was going on; and it wasn’t sexual so much as it was just like - like we seemed to be on each other’s wave length to a certain degree, but it kinda read that way.
So I’m not saying that you’re completely delusional, I get what you’re talking about, I just don’t like to talk about it. So I’m, obviously, you know, gonna keep it in the closet.”
- Michael Shanks [Note: All this was said in good humor] (via arora-kayd)
“ I had a nickname, “The Lone Wolf” when I was in high school. The thing is though I was never bullied or teased, I was just different. I had some friends but I really enjoyed being by myself. I spent a lot of time at home with just me, my mom, and my dad. I would read a lot and I watched a lot of movies, or I’d just go out into the woods. I really like to be by myself. It wasn’t like I was an outcast though in that sense. I did really well in school, I had friends, and I had my hobbies. ”
“ It is very risky. But each time a child opens a book, he pushes open the gate that separates him from Elsewhere. ”
“ I am somehow less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein’s brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops. ”
“ It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!” It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children. It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments. ”
- Oriah Mountain Dreamer (via supprosetry)