Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.
— Anna Quindlen, Every Last One (via larmoyante)
I guess it’s true what they say: if you wait long enough everything changes.
— Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her (via bookmania)
No writing is wasted. Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there, and does not do well elsewhere. But any kitchen can become an ecosystem. If you bake a lot, your kitchen will become a happy home to wild yeasts, and all your bread will taste better. Even a failed loaf is not wasted. Likewise, cheese makers wash the dairy floor with whey. Tomato gardeners compost with rotten tomatoes. No writing is wasted: the words you can’t put in your book can wash the floor, live in the soil, lurk around in the air. They will make the next words better.
— Erin Bow (via observando)
And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
— Khalil Gibran, The Prophet (via larmoyante)
Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a
I’m haunted by all
the space that I
will live without
— Boo, Forever - Richard Brautigan (via foralskelse)
So, what if, instead of thinking about solving your whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.
— Attachments, Rainbow Rowell (via mentalmystic)
How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.
— Nina LaCour, Hold Still (via enjoui)
Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.
— Joan Bauer (via thatkindofwoman)