“I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye—that was the trouble—I wanted to kiss you good night—and there’s a lot of difference … couldn’t bear the thought of you going away when you were so very dear and necessary and all pervading.”
—Ernest Hemingway, excerpt from “Letter from Ernest Hemingway to Hadley Richardson,” 23 December 1920.
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There’s a drunk guy outside singing What Makes You Beautiful to a tree. So I opened my window and played the actual song and he just got so happy. He looked at the sky and yelled, “You’re beautiful too, Jesus.”
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“I wonder sometimes what the memory of God looks like. Is it a palace of infinite rooms, a chest of many jeweled objects, a long, lonely landscape where each tree recalls an eon, each pebble the life of a man? Where do I live, in the memory of God?”
—Catherynne M. Valente, from The Habitation of the Blessed (Night Shade Books, 2010)
Short burst of happiness against long-term suffering? That euphoric feeling you get from doing what you want, being with people you care about? Yea I’ll go with that, save myself from agonyAlan Watts: What if money was no object? (x)