September 19, 2012

• xoxo

  

  Sometimes you have to be silent in order to be heard.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  All my life I’ve thought I needed someone to complete me, now I know I need to belong to myself.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  The worst loneliness is not to be comfortable with yourself.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I look at people as ideas. I don’t look at them as people. I’m talking about general observation. Whoever I see, I look at them as an idea — what this person represents. That’s the way I see life.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Don’t be so damn hard on yourself. Yeah, you screwed up. You’re not perfect, fine. Learn from it. But don’t punish yourself. Be kind to you, even when you screw up. You’ll bounce back eventually. You’ll make up for it.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I have always believed that fashion was not only to make women more beautiful, but also to reassure them, give them confidence.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  If you have no intention of loving or being loved, the whole journey is pointless.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I’d been convinced I was on the outside, but really, I’d always been within arm’s reach. All I had to do was ask, and I, too, would be easily brought back, surrounded and immersed, finding myself safe, somewhere in between.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  People say that when we grow up, we kick at everything we’ve been told, we rebel against the world our parents worked so hard to bring us into, that part of growing up is kicking at the ties that bind. But I don’t think that’s why we kick at all. I think we kick when we find out that our parents don’t know much more about the world than we do. They don’t have all the answers. We rebel when we find out that they’ve been lying to us all along, that there isn’t any Santa Claus at all.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I’m still a kid. I’m like six years old. But it’s just a matter of wanting to get up, it’s just a big journey. I felt like when I left home that I was on a journey, and I still am.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Have you ever, in your life, had hours, or days, or even weeks when all your ordinary activities provoked a rather agonizing discomfort, and when everything you usually consider important and worthwhile seemed silly and worthless? When you didn’t know what to do or where to turn? When you vaugely felt that somewhere, sometime, a desire transcending the sphere of earthly pleasure might be fulfilled, and you grew silent about everything around you the way a child brought up too strictly dares not express himself at all? When the spirit filled your heart with longing for an unknown something hovering everywhere you went, in transparent shapes that fled from closer scrutiny like an ephemeral dream? When you crept around with sad looks like a forlorn lover, and all the things you saw people doing in life’s gay, colorful tumult incited neither sorrow nor joy, as if you no longer belonged to this world?

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

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