“I think it’s funny Mr. Kobach, because when you mention illegal immigrant, I think of all of you.”—Ponka-We Victors (D-Wichita), a member of the Ponca Tribe of Oklahoma and the Tohono O’odham Nation, responding to anti-immigration hawk Kris Kobach’s testimony against in-state tuition for undocumented students, via Indian Country Today. (via utnereader)
“We seek financial security, yet above a certain threshold level, more money doesn’t translate into more happiness. We protect ourselves from physical danger by moving to safer neighborhoods, or even locking ourselves inside gated communities, but the effects of such trends on community life have been demonstrated to have a negative effect on collective levels of happiness. We seek the fulfillment of strong romantic relationships and friendships, yet striving too hard to achieve security in such relationships stifles them; their flourishing depends on a certain degree of NOT being protected, of being open to experiences both negative and positive." — Burkeman”—The Antidote: Happiness for People who Can’t Stand Positive Thinking
“Loving and falling in love have a very good reputation. That may be justified sometimes, but sometimes it is the opposite. I have seen very generous, kind and noble people behave very badly because they are in love.”—Javier Marías (via millionsmillions)
“Every reader, as he reads, is actually the reader of himself. The writer’s work is only a kind of optical instrument he provides the reader so he can discern what he might never have seen in himself without this book. The reader’s recognition in himself of what the book says is the proof of the book’s truth.”—Marcel Proust (via ocular-splendor)
“It must be those brief moments
when nothing has happened - nor is going to.
Tiny moments, like islands in the ocean
beyond the grey continent of our ordinary days.
There, sometimes, you meet your own heart
like someone you’ve never known.”—Hans Børli (via The Beauty We Love)
“We wanted it to last forever just the way it was, but Grandfather said wonderful things couldn’t last forever, or they would be dulled by repetition and cease being wonderful.”—Meet the Austins, Madeleine L’Engle (via readlikebreathing)
“Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you, especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And that when you go, I am afraid this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.”—Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë. (via the-library-and-step-on-it)
“But this isn’t about me. It’s about us all. Because everywhere and all the time, people are crying out for each other. Your name. Mine. And when you look back on your life, you’ll see it’s true: woke up lonely, and the missing were on your lips.”—Woke Up Lonely, by Fiona Maazel
“Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.”—Alan Wilson Watts (via wordpainting)