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Did the one person who hurt you the most in your life apologize? Plenty of times, but one has to wonder if they truly ever meant it, no matter how profusely they did so.
Are you good at hiding your feelings? It all depends on what those feelings are. If it's hatred, then yes. If it's sadness, then no. If it's jealousy or envy, then I can but it's very hard to. And love, never will I hide it.
Are you wasting your time on someone? I can name a few people.
Last thing that made you cry: My father.
Do you have a bad temper? Not a bad temper so much as I am emotional.
Do you think you'll be married in 10 years? I would sure hope so. And do I know to whom? I sure hope it's him. :)
How many funerals have you been to in your lifetime? Five. Give or take a few.
How often do you think about suicide? Only sometimes. It's only human to think about it when we're feeling our lowest. It's human nature to ponder taking a route that would most likely end our sadness. Only the weak ones take action.
What is your deepest fear? Being alone.
Do you REALLY love all your family? Sometimes I think not.
What do you want to believe in? That there is a higher power and that deep down humans do possess an innate sense of affection and love. As well as that i will live the life I've always wanted.
Do you have a secret crush on someone? It's no crush anymore. :)
Are you proud of who you are? Sometimes no, but as of now, yes.
Do you feel alone even in crowded rooms? All the time.
What is the worst thing a person could do to you and still be forgiven? It depends on the amount I know them and how close they are to me.
You're dying in 10 seconds, what are your last words to your best friend? "Now comes good sailing."
...to your worst enemy? "Have you lived yet?"
Do you care if people hate you? To some extent yes. However, it is those who hate devoid of reason to which I do not care.
Freedom or safety? Freedom. Both come at a price. Though, in my estimation, safety is confinement from life.
Think of a random person, and give them a message here, no names: My heart will always belong to you and never give up, for I will never give up. With every fall, we climb up, becoming stronger in our reserve.
Has a song ever made you cry? Oh yes, a lot have. The number one being 'Iris' by Goo Goo Dolls and number two being 'Pictures of You' by The Cure.
A book ever made you cry? Yes, and that book would be Walden by Henry David Thoreau.
Is the world crumbling to pieces? If we keep at our vanities, then it's a great possibility, yes.
Name on moment where you couldn't control your rage: The moment where my love became, quite simply, forbidden.
Name one moment where you sincerely wanted to just die: The moment where my love became, quite simply, forgotten.
For the last one, just say anything you want, anything at all: A priest and a rabbi walk into a bar...
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion. For most men, it appears to me, are in a strange uncertainty about it, whether it is of the devil or of God, and have somewhat hastily concluded that it is the chief end of man here to ‘glorify God and enjoy him forever.
A man's interest in a single bluebird is worth more than a complete but dry list of the fauna and flora of a town.
A truly good book teaches me better than to read it. I must soon lay it down, and commence living on its hint. What I began by reading, I must finish by acting.
As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.
Do what you love. Know your own bone; gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, and gnaw it still.
Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it.
Faith keeps many doubts in her pay. If I could not doubt, I should not believe.
It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see.
Live the life you've dreamed.
Live your beliefs and you can turn the world around.
Nay, be a Columbus to whole new continents and worlds within you, opening new channels, not of trade, but of thought.
Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.
The bluebird carries the sky on his back.
This world is but a canvas to our imagination.
To be awake is to be alive.
I do not say that John or Jonathan, that this generation or the next, will realize all this; but such is the character of that morrow which mere lapse of time can never make to dawn. The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star
I am writing in the garden. To write as one should of a garden one must write not outside it or merely somewhere near it, but in the garden.
"Whatever comes," she said, "cannot alter one thing. If I am a princess in rags and tatters, I can be a princess inside. It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in cloth of gold, but it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it."
" If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden."
"Two things cannot be in one place. Where you tend a rose, a thistle cannot grow."
Never did she find anything so difficult as to keep herself from losing her temper when she was suddenly disturbed while absorbed in a book. People who are fond of books know the feeling of irritation which sweeps over them at such a moment. The temptation to be unreasonable and snappish is one not easy to manage.
"If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that--warm things, kind things, sweet things--help and comfort and laughter--and sometimes gay, kind laughter is the best help of all."
"Much more surprising things can happen to anyone who, when a disagreeable or discouraged thought comes into his mind, just has the sense to remember in time and push it out by putting in an agreeable, determinedly courageous one. Two things cannot be in one place."
"One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands out and throws one's head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry out and one's heart stands still at the strange unchanging majesty of the rising of the sun--which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. One knows it then for a moment or so. And one knows it sometimes when one stands by oneself in a wood at sunset and the mysterious deep gold stillness slanting through and under the branches seems to be saying slowly again and again something one cannot quite hear, however much one tries. Then sometimes the immense quiet of the dark blue at night with the millions of stars waiting and watching makes one sure; and sometimes a sound of far-off music makes it true; and sometimes a look in someone's eyes."
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