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Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?
– John Updike, Self-Consciousness (via larmoyante)

(via lemoncranes)

You give but little when you give of your possessions.
It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
– Khalil Gibran, The Prophet (via observando)
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.
– Mary Oliver, Owls and Other Fantasies: Poems and Essays (via observando)
Sometimes people think they know you. They know a few facts about you, and they piece you together in a way that makes sense to them. And if you don’t know yourself very well, you might even believe that they are right. But the truth is, that isn’t you. That isn’t you at all.
– Leila Sales, This Song Will Save Your Life (via buttcardigans)

(Source: sempiternale, via lemoncranes)

O may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence; live
In pulses stirred to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude…
– George Eliot, O May I Join the Choir Invisible! And Other Favourite Poems (via observando)

(via lemoncranes)

You must be the person you have never had the courage to be. Gradually, you will discover that you are that person, but until you can see this clearly, you must pretend and invent.
– Paulo Coelho (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

(via oyvalenzuela)

Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?
– John Updike, Self-Consciousness (via larmoyante)

(via lemoncranes)

You give but little when you give of your possessions.
It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
– Khalil Gibran, The Prophet (via observando)

(Source: kevc, via lemoncranes)

I want to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.
– Mary Oliver, Owls and Other Fantasies: Poems and Essays (via observando)
Sometimes people think they know you. They know a few facts about you, and they piece you together in a way that makes sense to them. And if you don’t know yourself very well, you might even believe that they are right. But the truth is, that isn’t you. That isn’t you at all.
– Leila Sales, This Song Will Save Your Life (via buttcardigans)

(Source: sempiternale, via lemoncranes)

(Source: craigslistmirrors, via avye)

O may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence; live
In pulses stirred to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude…
– George Eliot, O May I Join the Choir Invisible! And Other Favourite Poems (via observando)

(via lemoncranes)

(Source: pocula, via lemoncranes)

You must be the person you have never had the courage to be. Gradually, you will discover that you are that person, but until you can see this clearly, you must pretend and invent.
– Paulo Coelho (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

(via oyvalenzuela)

africantea:

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africantea:

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birdasaurus:

This is still my favoritest ever.
"Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?"
"You give but little when you give of your possessions.
It is when you give of yourself that you truly give."
"I want to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings."
"Sometimes people think they know you. They know a few facts about you, and they piece you together in a way that makes sense to them. And if you don’t know yourself very well, you might even believe that they are right. But the truth is, that isn’t you. That isn’t you at all."
"O may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence; live
In pulses stirred to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude…"
"You must be the person you have never had the courage to be. Gradually, you will discover that you are that person, but until you can see this clearly, you must pretend and invent."

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