Douceur de vivre
“Now, and for a long time, the best way Bridget knew to settle her mind was to run. Sometimes she felt that the meditative state of the long, quiet miles helped her think. Sometimes she felt that the pure exhaustion helped her not think. Sometimes she believed that she was running toward some sort of resolution, and other times she knew she was just plain running away. Still, it was she did.”
—Ann Brashares
October 2010
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“A thing cannot be completely wonderful so long as it remains sensible.”
—G. K. Chesterton
Last year, my life went so uncontrollably spinning in one direction. It scared me because I lost control so quickly. Towards the end, I began to realize how uncontrollable life is.
And now, my life is spinning uncontrollably in another direction.
Do you know what I think the problem is? Trying to control it. I’m going to roll with the punches.
Life in Letters
Lucy Schwartz
Perhaps I should be working harder at my job but I did find this song I am so much in love with. I think it’s sultry voice; it’s so rich and at the same time, so airy. Is that even possible? It has such a strong beat (right on the perfect timing of the words!). I can almost hear my heart beat to it. But it transitions so well into this indie/happy melody with its handclaps. Lucy Schwartz is like a guitar-oriented Rachel Yamagata with some Regina Spektor beats.
And the lyrics are gorgeous! It makes me want to get into a hammock in the meadows and nap. I sent it to some people I love and am even posting it here on Tumblr. Love.
TGIF :)
“Obviously there are things I regret, things I would like to take back, things I would change if I could, but we all have to live with the residue of our choices, and the consequence of our actions.”
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No Christmas For Me
Zee Avi
No, there won’t be Christmas for me this year
For the simple reason being you’re not here
There won’t be eggnogs by the cozy fire
There won’t be glasses of mulled wine either
There won’t even be a Christmas tree
cause you’re not here to light it up with me
Oh, Santa honey, won’t you bring my baby back to me?
cause i miss him, yes, i miss him oh so dearly
I haven’t sent him his Christmas card
Cause that would mean we really are apart
The Christmas stockings are as empty as my heart
I know you’re away doing something good
But just this once, baby, if you could
You know you can, and you know should
Cause Christmas wont be Christmas…
without you
Two days to Christmas and i’m still waiting outside
Wishing upon a star that you’ll be coming home tonight
But it was cold, it was getting late
Sadly, i crept back into bed
But then i felt a soft kiss on my cheek
I opened my eyes, and there my baby was…
with me.
My baby came back for me
Merry Christmas, baby
“Shall we condemn ourselves to a life of convenience and unhappiness or commit to a life of risk and potential happiness?”
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Lessons of Life
“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
Not that you can put it all into a paragraph but it’s a nice little summary =)
“Most people don’t grow up. Most people age. They find parking spaces, honor their credit cards, get married, have children, and call that maturity. What that is, is aging.”
—Maya Angelou
“We are hungry for equilibrium.”
—Professor Irina A. Telyukova, Macroeconomics
If I Can Dream
Cheyenne Jackson; Curtis Holbrook; Ensemble; James, Nikki M.
When your heart gets restless, it’s time to move along,
When your heart gets wearing, it’s time to sing a song,
But when a dream is calling you,
There’s just one thing that you can do,
Well, you gotta follow that dream wherever that dream may lead
“Forlornly, she brushed a strand of hair back from her forehead. A frown on her forehead, the graffiti of sorrow.”
Robert Cormier
What a beautifully sad sentence. The graffiti of sorrow.
Big Bang Theory
Sheldon: “Although now that I think of it, he asked me not to tell you that.”
Penny: “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it.”
Sheldon: “…I’d rather you pretend I didn’t say it.”
Bazinga!
Gattaca
Anton: Vincent! How are you doing this? How have you done any of this?
Vincent: You want to know how I did it? This is how I did it. I never saved anything for the swim back.
Gattaca.
Amazing.
Somewhere In Brooklyn
Bruno Mars
I’m so behind on the mainstream music but I’m loving this song right now. The lyrics remind me of The Script’s The Man Who Can’t Be Moved. The music is a sweet blend of techno beats and the wah-wah.
Swallow your bullets and go on.
“This cannot be a team of common men because common men go nowhere. You have to be uncommon.”
—Herb Brooks
“We’re gonna show this town how to kiss the stars.”
—Kings of Leon, Manhattan
