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 MoningTag: life growing-up thoughts
She will never know that tonight, she was mine.
Karen Marie MoningTag: jzb
There are only really two positions one can take toward anything in life: hope or fear. Hope strengthens, fear kills.
Karen Marie MoningThe power of thought is far greater than most people ever realize.
Karen Marie MoningI don't know where dreams come from. Sometimes I wonder if they're genetic memories, or messages from something divine. Warnings perhaps. Maybe we do come with an instruction booklet but we're too dense to read it, because we've dismissed it as the irrational waste product of the "rational" mind. Sometimes I think all the answers we need are buried in our slumbering subconscious, in the dreaming. The booklet's right there, and every night when we lay our heads down on the pillow it flips open. The wise read it, heed it. The rest of us try as hard as we can upon awakening to forget any disturbing revelations we might have found there.
Karen Marie MoningThink you two puny Druids can hold this keep for a single night?
Karen Marie MoningI like sex for breakfast, kid. I eat early and often.
Karen Marie MoningHope is a critical thing. Whithout it, we are nothing. Hope shapes will. The will shapes the world.
Karen Marie MoningDo you think love just goes away? Pops out of existence when it becomes too painful or inconvenient, as if you never felt it?”
I looked at him. What did Jericho Barrons know of love?
“If only it did. If only it could be turned off. It’s not a faucet. Love’s a bloody river with level-five rapids. Only a catastrophic act of nature or a dam has any chance of stopping it—and then usually only succeeds in diverting it. Both measures are extreme and change the terrain so much you end up wondering why you bothered. No landmarks to gauge your position when it’s done. Only way to survive is to devise new ways to map out life. You loved her yesterday, you love her today. And she did something that devastates you. You’ll love her tomorrow.
Do you think love just goes away? Pops out of existence when it becomes too painful or inconvenient, as if you never felt it?
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