#ink

I try to walk around without being noticed but I can’t help attracting attention with my pink Mohawk, black clothing and steel toes, and often I’m with Holly and we’re both tall and arrogant. ↗

— Jo Treggiari

#fierce-ink-press #memoir #love

In 2008, I was more just thinking about using the touchscreen for writing the songs. From there I started thinking about how I visualised music. ↗

— Bjork

#how #i #just #more #music

Saving a worthy relationship is easier than trying to start a new one. ↗

— Dennis E. Adonis

#choice #love #relationship #start-over #thinking

And I know, when things look the worst is when something new and wonderful is about to happen, if we can just hold on. ↗

— Suzanne Elizabeth Anderson

#positive-thinking #inspirational

You may think of me as an object of desire and I'm going to tell you that I can be in front of you naked and not be erotic. ↗

— Emmanuelle Beart

#front #going #i #i can #may

«Improvvisamente ho capito che non c'è nessuna persona giusta. Non esiste né in terra né in cielo né da nessun'altra parte, puoi starne certa. Esistono soltanto le persone, e in ognuna c'è un pizzico di quella giusta, ma in nessuna c'è tutto quello che ci aspettiamo e speriamo. Nessuna racchiude in sé tutto questo, e non esiste quella certa figura, l'unica, la meravigliosa, la sola che potrà darci la felicità. Esistono soltanto delle persone, e in ognuna ci sono scorie e raggi di luce, tutto…». ↗

— Sándor Márai

#people #thinkers #love

In the past, I was a perpetual victim; how I was doing in any given moment depended on what happened to me. Today I do my best to avoid this kind of ‘victim thinking.’ Instead, how I am doing is determined by how I respond to what happens to me. ↗

— Jenni Schaefer

#recovery #love

Oftentimes, especially during my recovery, I didn’t need to think about everything I was doing wrong; instead, I needed to focus more on what I was doing right—and then do more of the right stuff. I needed to live more in the solution. ↗

— Jenni Schaefer

#positive-thinking #recovery #love

His eyes betrayed a terrible truth about him, that his heart lay still in his chest, dead to the world from a tortuous 'goodbye' that he could never permanently forget. Though there did not exist a drink strong enough to repair such wounds, one did allow him to forget; if only for a night.. And so he drank whiskey. ↗

— Brian Patrick Gleason

#eyes #forgetting #love #lovers #sadness

Always think backwards before moving forwards ↗

— Benny Bellamacina

#life #love #philosophy #thinking #time