In all the questions in all the world I’ve never heard one as liberating as “what would you do if you weren’t afraid?”. It’s liberating because all of a sudden I pictured what a different life i’d have if I did all the things I held back on, and I realized, I need to make some sure and sudden changes.
, "If you have children someday, when they point to the pictures, please tell them my name…"
this kind of is really tragic. How sad would it be to become such strangers with someone you used to love, that all you can hope they do is remember you. Not now, not immediately, but at least some day. That’s the thing that slowly kills.
“By watching, I know that the stars are not going to last. I have seen some of the best ones melt and run down the sky. Since one can melt, they can all melt; since they can all melt, they can all melt the same night. That sorrow will come—I know it. I mean to sit up every night and look at them as long as I can keep awake; and I will impress those sparkling fields on my memory, so that by and by when they are taken away I can by my fancy restore those lovely myriads to the black sky and make them sparkle again, and double them by the blur of my tears.”—mark twain
“Can a heart be famished? Can it hunger for something like a stomach can? Can it curl over itself and eat itself from the inside out like when your tummy grumbles after too many hours without food? I know it can hurt like a stomach, that kind of pain I am sure of. I know it can feel empty too, vacant like nothing has warmed its hallows in days, but i am talking about pure starvation. Starvation to the point where just the mere thought of consuming your words makes me dizzy. I think so. I hope so because I’d like to be able to classify and categorize the kind of need I feel for you. My heart’s absolute nutritional necessity for your love. Then it’s true, my heart hungers for the beat of yours, and darling when I see you next I shall take a bite out of your heart.”—