In the end
these things matter most:
How well did you love?
How fully did you live?
How deeply did you let go?
—Gautama Buddha (via kushandwizdom)
I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.
—Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 8: Worlds’ End (via feellng)
Anyone can hide. Facing up to things, working through them, that’s what makes you strong.
—Sarah Dessen (via kushandwizdom)