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 dreamsilver)
I love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically.
Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller (via hellanne)
The right thing to do and the hard thing to do are usually the same.
Steve Maraboli (via dreamsilver)