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161 " Don’t be upset that you can’t attain constant happiness. It’s the quickest way to feel like a failure in life. If each of our lives represented a page in a book, happiness would be the punctuation. It breaks up the parts that are too long. It closes off some things, divides others. But it’s brief—showing up when it’s needed and filling tired paragraphs with breaks. Being content is a more attainable constant state. To love your fate without being drunk on euphoria. Brave, determined acceptance removed of bitterness. Be gentle with yourself. Embrace the lows so that you can more effectively enjoy the highs. Love the fight. Love it so much, and let it save you when your emotional muscles have become soft. Kit and I have that. Sometimes, so much joy our hearts ache from it. Sometimes, we have sadness when we’re away from Annie or Port Townsend. We feel torn between all the things we love. We fight; we make love. I don’t see Muslim again. And after one phone call, I never speak to him again. I hear plenty about him, and I remember our time. And I wonder if you have space in your heart for more than one person. I think you do. "
― Tarryn Fisher , F*ck Love
162 " All right, baby. I’m going to go cook some fish I caught with my own hands while you touch your socks. "
163 " Life is but a carousel of four seasons. Unpredictable for the most part. Happy. Unhappy. Content. Searching. Mess up the order, and they still rebound at one point or another. I’ve learned that revolution can be inward or outward. A "
164 " Eğer hayatlarımız kitap olsaydı, mutlu olduğumuz anlar sadece noktalama işaretleri olurdu. "
165 " This is something I’ve learned. You can’t run away to find yourself. Yourself is there no matter where you go. The difference is, if you’re running, you’ll be too busy to pick up the sword and face your enemies. Sometimes your enemy will be you; sometimes it will be those with the power to hurt you. Take off your shoes and stop running. Live barefoot and fucking fight. "
166 " I think that the right girl can wipe away the memories of the wrong girl. "
167 " What I refuse to do is anything that I did before. It takes discipline to accomplish this, as humans are addicted to the familiar. "
168 " No,” he says. “You should have. Just go speak to her. I need to take a walk. "
169 " I forgot how weird you are," he says when I sit back down. "You're a dead language, you know that? No one is like you, and you are like no one. "
170 " You’ll never find a better place to be depressed than Washington State. There are thousands of places you can go to stare at beautiful scenery and feel deeply sorry for yourself. Most days, the sky will even weep with you. "
171 " You made your bed, Kit. Now lie in it.” He "
172 " Who wants to survive without truth?" . . . "Maybe people who have had too much of it. Or people who have had too little. Or people who are too shallow to appreciate its hard edges. "
173 " Trying to walk away from something you love is like trying to drown yourself. You want to, but it's unnatural to not crave air. Your body demands it; your mind says you need it. Eventually you break to the surface, gasping and unable to deny yourself that basic need of air. Of love. "
174 " Like cold air in your lungs after too much warm air. Maybe this is how you feel when you find your place in the world. "
175 " And when disloyal, seed-sowing scum buckets slept with other girls, why did women look inward to find fault in themselves? "
176 " I am what I am. I marvel at how yearning can make you disintegrate. And to keep from disappearing all together, you must rebuild yourself. "
177 " That causes an ache deep in my chest. To know that there are guys willing to drop their shopping bags to catch their girl. And I want someone to love me that effortlessly. "
178 " You’re a dead language, you know that? No one is like you, and you are like no one.” It’s "
179 " It all hurts too much. Don’t make someone burn, and then try to douse the flames with the things you should have done. Those regrets are gasoline not water. "
180 " Art is the blood that comes from a wound. You can’t let it scab; let it keep bleeding. Let it bleed until you have enough blood to paint with.” Her "