You can either become hardened by all that happens to you or softened. Choose the second. Every time.
I am beginning to suspect that nothing that happens is fortuitous, that it all corresponds to a fate laid down before my birth...
she didn’t know what she wanted and she knew how no one ever did...but she did know one thing: she wanted to be found in the rain. She wanted to run wild...she wanted to fall, and feel safe, but dangerous enough to let her heart drop. She wanted love, true love, pure and kind and untouched. The kind that wasn’t ruined by the chaos of the world. The kind you would find in a small coffee shop in some foreign country. That is all she really wanted, and she didn’t know where or how it would appear, but she knew, deep within her, it would show itself in the form of something unexpected.
she could not make sense of the things that were meant for her, but she was drawn to it all. And when she was alone, she felt like the moon: terrified of the sky, but completely in love with the way it held the stars.
I shall give life here my best, and I believe it will give its best to me in return. When I left Queen’s my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don’t know what lies around the bend, but I’m going to believe that the best does. It has a fascination of its own, that bend, Marilla. I wonder how the road beyond it goes—what there is of green glory and soft, checkered light and shadows—what new landscapes—what new beauties—what curves and hills and valleys further on.
It’s been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will
There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there?
We are all born mad. Some remain so
We live at the mercy of our emotions. It influences and shapes our desires, thoughts, behavior and destiny.
"Pride is incompatible with progress; disunity is impossible between exalted beings."