All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t coma back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too. You’re nodding your head.
I am always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it.
L’amor che move il sole e l’altre stelle.
We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams.
I can resist everything except temptation.
Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.
Remember how far you’ve come, not just how far you have to go. You are not where you want to be, but neither are you where you used to be.
I did all I could, I gave everything. But you had to go your way and that road was not for me.
Three are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics.
Years cannot erase the harshest of memories, not with a museum of wreckage so close at hand. Such is the stuff of trauma and loss. No recovery is full. At some point though, a wound will become a scar and then mysteriously that scar will become another tack on a map reminding you of where you’ve been. I think I’ve said that before. I guess some things are worth saying again. And some places, no matter how far away, no matter how unlikely or broken, will always feel like home to me.
I travelled around. I got on trains. I didn’t wash. I just did the studenty thing I hadn’t done when my mates had done it. And it was great. I read as many books as I could, went out, very rarely got recognized. It was an important thing to do.
Bring me all of your dreams,
Bring me all your
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.
Do not let the world make you hard.
Do not let the pain make you hate.
Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.
Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree,
You still believe it to be a beautiful place.