Missing

"Never let yourself get used to missing someone. It makes you numb - kills a part of your soul" - 10.5

The reason

"The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be" Marcel Pagnol

People

"People are a mystery, sometimes even to themselves. And they all have secrets. Only rule I know is that every time you think you have them figured out, they change. We all do" - Defiance

Reflection

I firmly believe that all artists excel in at least two art forms. Ichycat, a great friend of mine considers himself an artist in the capacity of drawing, illustration. After a couple months of conversation with him, I found that he is actually quite gifted with his words too...although he denies it vehemently.

"I look at myself as the Moon. I'm dark, but I shine bright in the light. Without light I'm not seen, therefore not beautiful" 

"Time is all anybody in this world has and most people spend it like they're running out. I like to treat it delicately. Things will come to you if you let time do its job"

"I've been told I could be a writer, but the spoils in my heart constrict what could be that of good literature"

Beauty

"You know what I love about beauty? I can ask thirty different people to describe it and they can provide thirty different examples. That's the definition of beauty" ....that little gem belongs to me =)

Hopeless Romance

My coworkers and I were talking about our age variance and our respective love lives today. The topic came up as the next oldest (as I am the youngest by a few years) has taken to a guy my age and evidently goes through A LOT with him. the eldest is thinking she's a hopeless romantic. And thus, the discussion progressed. So to mark my return to this blog, I offer some thoughts on hopeless romance 

"You're a hopeless romantic in a world with no hope or romance" 

"I'm a hopeless romantic who has discovered that romance is hopeless" 

"Not to be with the one you love, the one person you should be spending your life with - its like a kind of living death. To wake up every morning and know you are still here; To have that brief, sweet moment of blankness, before your mind reminds you who you are, why you're unhappy. It's like hell - a living hell of the heart's own making" 

"She had realized that they couldn't be together. She didn't wan to make a romantic drama out of it...even though she felt as if something fundamental, deep within her, had been taken away. She was simply trying to cope, to get on with her normal life. Which she knew was something he could not be part of"