I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life, and there has never been a time when reading was not my greatest joy. And yet I cannot pretend that the reading I have done in my adult years matches in its impact on my soul the reading I did as a child. I still believe in stories. I still forget myself when I am in the middle of a good book. Yet it is not the same. Books are, for me, it must be said, the most important thing; what I cannot forget is that there was a time when they were at once more banal and more essential than that. When I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic yearning for the lost pleasure of books. It is not a yearning that one ever expects to be fulfilled.
And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.
I like to imagine that the world is one big machine. You know, machines never have any extra parts. They have the exact number and type of parts they need. So I figure if the entire world is a big machine, I have to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too.
— (noun) In our list of beautiful feelings, collywobbles is described as butterflies in your stomach. Butterflies in your stomach is the feeling of nervousness and uneasiness you get in the most tender and life changing moments. From having that special somebody look at you or getting ready for an interview, having collywobbles makes us feel alive. That tingly sensation we get in our stomach is an indicator of our heart and mind working together, which is extraordinary and uniquely beautiful. (via wordsnquotes)
That’s the whole trouble. You can’t ever find a place that’s nice and peaceful, because there isn’t any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you’re not looking, somebody’ll sneak up and write Fuck you right under your nose.
Curiosity is the lust of the mind.
— Thomas Hobbes (via wordsnquotes)