“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavour, laziness will not do. It also won’t do in your essays.”— John Keating, Dead Poet’s Society (via brosephpaul)
“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”—(via autumnfringes)
when i fell in love with you i fell in love with your bones and your skin and your smell, your house and your shoes and your family and your heart. i fell in love with your organs and your traditions, the dust on the top shelf that never gets cleaned.
“You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.”—Jiddu Krishnamurti (via tierneylee)
Hell is Hell because it is the place wherein we are so lost in ourselves that we no longer have the ability, or even the will, to do that which we were created to do, which is: to give ourselves away. For that is love; and in hell, there is neither the option or the desire for self-denial.