No one is “happy” all the time or “sad” all the time, are they? I don’t know, they seem like transitory things, like the weather; they come and go; nothing is a permanent state. That’s part of the problem. I didn’t like the transitory nature of any of it. I didn’t like being young, and I didn’t like the fact that I would get older; I didn’t like the fact that I would gain weight, grow taller, grow out of my favorite shirt, have to get my hair cut, would need to shave one day, brush my teeth every day, graduate from one grade and move on to the next, leave home, go to college, get a job, retire, die. None of it interested me. I never got the point.
— Gregory Galloway, The 39 Deaths of Adam Strand
To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.
— Bessie Stanley
If we don’t teach our children to love Jesus, the world will teach them not to.
Let them miss you. Sometimes when you’re always available, they take you for granted because they think you’ll always stay.
You will hear thunder and remember me,
and think: she wanted storms.
— Anna Akhmatova (via larmoyante)