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And when someone grows up knowing so little of what real love feels like, whether from family, or friends, or the love of a companion, that person starts to believe that they weren’t meant to be loved, that good things will never happen to them. They start to believe that whenever something good does happen, it’s inevitable that something bad will come along to replace it. ↗

— J.A. Redmerski

#thoughts-on-life #family

Life is a movement, a constant movement in relationship; and thought, trying to capture that movement in terms of the past, as memory, is afraid of life. ↗

— Jiddu Krishnamurti

#freedom #life #memory #movement #past

What if the kid you bullied at school, grew up, and turned out to be the only surgeon who could save your life? ↗

— Lynette Mather

#inspirational #kids #thoughts-on-life #inspirational

Real life is physical. Give me books instead. Give me the invisibility of the contents of books, the thoughts, the ideas, the images. Let me become part of a book. . . . an intertextual being: a book cyborg, or, considering that books aren't cybernetic, perhaps a bibliorg. ↗

— Scarlett Thomas

#cybernetics #ideas #images #thoughts #life

Life is too hard, too much to handle. Nobody told me there’d be days like these. How could nobody tell me there’d be days like these? How could they let me grow up like that—happy and pink and stupid? ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#life #thoughts #life

To be happy, make others happy. ↗

— Stephen Richards

#find-happiness #happiness #happiness-life #happy #happy-feelings

How is your book doing?" or "How many copies have you sold?" are the questions for a salesman. To a writer, you better ask "What did you write today?". ↗

— Shubham Choudhary

#fact #writing-life #life

But our lives were not as they seemed, were they, Sophia? No one's life ever is. ↗

— Jean Plaidy

#life #queen-victoria #life

دع إنساناً يغير اتجاه أفكاره، وسوف تتملكه الدهشة لسرعة التحوّل الذي يحدثه هذا التغير في جوانب حياته المتعددة. إن القدرة الإلهية التي تكيف مصايرنا مودعة في أنفسنا، بل هي أنفسنا ذاتها!! وكل ما يصنعه المرء هو نتيجة مباشرة لما يدور في فكره، فكما أن المرء ينهض على قدميه وينشط وينتج بدافع من أفكاره كذلك يمرض ويشقى بدافع من أفكاره أيضأ. ↗

— James Allen

#life #mind #self #thinking #thoughts

Dale, a Plutonian Dreg Bug, the kind with seventeen eyes and a bad temper, got nailed in one of his eyes by a wild dart. Fight broke out when he punched Earl in the nose. Earl’s nose is very sensitive, hell it’s how he sees, sort of. Earl plopped down on the floor crying when a Flying Mugwhap flew over and ate Dale’s eye. Dale grabbed the Mugwhap and squeezed a good deal of the life out of it before the bouncer stopped him. Karen, the bouncer, is a reticulated Hive Mother, and a mean mother when she’s pissed off. She walked over and flicked Dale upside his head. That flick knocked Dale out cold, and cost him two more eyes when he hit the wall. She helped Earl up and bought him a drink. A nasty drink by all the comments I’ve heard. Something between varnish and the stuff people get in the corners of their mouths with a nice aftertaste of silver polish. Earl seemed to like it though. ↗

— Neil Leckman

#thoughts #life