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almaguerrera: Soul wisdom (Taken with instagram)
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We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known. — Carson McCullers (via creatingaquietmind)
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It’s delicious to have people adore you, but it’s exhausting, too. Particularly when your own feelings don’t match theirs. — Tasha Alexander, A Fatal Waltz (via psychotherapy)
If you’ve ever had that feeling of loneliness, of being an outsider, it never quite leaves you. You can be happy or successful or whatever, but that thing still stays within you. — Tim Burton (via garp)
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A man who gives a good account of himself is probably lying, since any life when viewed from the inside is simply a series of defeats. — George Orwell (via nevver)
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What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again. — Anaïs Nin (via light-essence)
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Have you learned the lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learned great lessons from those who braced themselves against you, and disputed passage with you?
Walt Whitman
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“it’s not who you are that holds you back, it’s who you think you’re not” - it’s all in your head, seriously! change your mindset to change your life.
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Sometimes, loving your body is not an option. Sometimes, the best we can do is accept our bodies as the changeable, beautiful, frustrating vessels they are. That’s OK. Expecting yourself to have a full-on love affair with your body at all times is asking too much. Bodies are occasionally annoying. What we can do is know them, and decide for ourselves when they feel good, and when they feel less good, and what we might do to make them feel better again. Even if we can’t love our bodies, we can make sure we don’t hate them. — Lesley Kinzel (via lavender-labia)
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I am astonished, disappointed, pleased with myself. I am distressed, depressed, rapturous. I am all these things at once, and cannot add up the sum. I am incapable of determining ultimate worth or worthlessness; I have no judgment about myself and my life. There is nothing I am quite sure about. I have no definite convictions - not about anything, really. I know only that I was born and exist, and it seems to me that I have been carried along. I exist on the foundation of something I do not know. — C.G. Jung, near the end of his life, in Memories, Dreams. Thanks for submitting this Mark. (via crashinglybeautiful)
One is prepared in the end to be defeated and broken up by life, which is the inevitable price of fastening one’s love upon other human individuals. — George Orwell (via wooliebear)
No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true. — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter (via liquidnight)