Monthly Archives: April 2015

“Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs, tanned skin or perfect teeth. Believe me. Beauty is the face of who cried and now smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee since you fell when you were a kid, beauty is the circles when love doesn’t let you sleep, beauty is the expression on the face when the alarm rings in the morning, it’s the melted makeup when you have a shower, it’s the laughter when you make a joke you’re the only one who can understand, beauty is meeting his gaze and stopping understanding, beauty is your gaze when you see him, it’s when you cry for all you paranoias, beauty is the lines marked by time. Beauty is what we feel in the inside which also shows outside us. Beauty is the marks the life leaves on us, all the kicks and the caresses the memories leave us. Beauty is letting yourself live.”

Emma Watson

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“They say the passage of time will heal all wounds. But the greater the loss, the deeper the cut, and the more difficult the process to become whole again. The pain may fade, but scars serve as a reminder of our suffering and make the bearer all the more resolved never to be wounded again. So as time moves along, we get lost in distractions. Act out in frustration. React with aggression. Give in to anger. And all the while, we plot and plan as we wait to grow stronger. And before we know it, the time passes. We are healed, ready to begin anew.”

Klaus, “The Originals”

“You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.”

Andrea Gibson

Note to Self for 2015

Fine. Ok. You’re lost right now. You’re so young and you have no idea what you’re going to do with the rest of your life. And it terrifies you. It scares you to death. But even after everything that’s happened, and there’s been a lot, you’re still here. For fuck’s sake, at least you’re trying. And for right now, that’s enough.

From “House Rules”

If I were going to create a science fiction series on television, it would be about an empath–– a person who can naturally read the auras of people’s emotions, and, with a single touch, can take on their feelings, too. It would be so easy if I could look at someone who was happy, touch him on the arm, and suddenly fill with the same bubbles of joy that he’s feeling, instead of anguishing over whether I’d misinterpreted his actions and reactions.
Anyone who cries at a movie is a closet empath. What’s happening on that screen bleeds through the celluloid, real enough to evoke emotion. Why else would you find yourself laughing at the hijinks of two actors who, offscreen, can’t stand each other? Or crying over the death of an actor who, when the camera is turned off, will dust himself off and grab a burger for dinner?

Jodi Picoult 

From “House Rules”

Her eyes are pale, like a lioness’s, nearly golden, but they also look like they’ve done their share of crying, and we all know that a sky with clouds in it is much more interesting than one that doesn’t have any. 

Jodi Picoult 

From “Keeping Faith”

“When you’re depressed, you don’t pay a lot of attention to the world around you. You don’t want to see anyone. There are things you want to say–real things, honest things–but they’re buried so deep inside it’s an effort to drag them to the surface.”

Jodi Picoult

From “Keeping Faith”

I spent months hoping Faith would be born healthy, so I’d be off the hook. Then, when she was, I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. But now I see it was a waste of time. Motherhood isn’t a test, but a religion: a covenant entered into, a promise to be kept. It comes one-size-fits-all, and it camouflages flaws like nothing else. How could it have taken this to make me see that Faith is the one thing in my life I got right in the very first try?

Jodi Picoult 

From “Keeping Faith”

And, like the Wizard of Oz, he’s learned if you hide long enough behind a curtain of bluff and principle, people stop trying to find out who you are in the first place.

Maybe there is more to a person than a body and a mind. Maybe something else figures into the mix–not a soul, exactly, but a spirit that hints you might one day be greater, stronger than you are now. A promise; a potential.

Jodi Picoult 

From “Keeping Faith”

Apologies don’t count when you qualify them. 

Jodi Picoult