Life is just a learning experience. I make mistakes, but I learn from them, so they're not really mistakes. I embark on relationships that become journeys, and while I don't know where I'm going, the company makes it worthwhile.

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He took his brain out to make room for his heart

it grew in rapture, in care, and in love

he sought a match for his heart

a home for his love

he pressed his nose against the windows

around the heart she had

never allowed to be nurtured

and wanted nothing more

than to shatter the glass

but she boarded the windows

and added her own bars

because compromising her knowledge

was something she could never dream

Brilliance was her beauty

and humans relish any opportunity for vanity

She intrigued him, so he watched her from afar. Where people complained about the miserable cards they’d been dealt, she took hers and made her own luck, and when things didn’t work out, she was able to laugh about it. In the library he watched her pore over her books and type furiously and smile when she had an idea and paused to jot it down. She didn’t see through him, but she was so busy in thinking and planning that she never seemed to see him at all, and he couldn’t decide which was worse. She got so excited when she was speaking that she sometimes tripped over her own words and although it embarrassed her, he found it charming. There was a twinkle in her eye when she read and wrote about works or when someone said that a sonnet was “just a poem.” She was independent and kind and was able to find the beauty in everyday situations, which was something he had always tried and failed to do. He wanted that and he made it his mission to get it. 

People who read books in public places are regarded with suspicion because they appear self-sufficient. When you seem self-sufficient, other people think that you think you’re better than them, and they get resentful.

Jessica Zafra, Chicken Pox for the Soul (via bookmania)

You’re the thread linking my thoughts together lately. And I didn’t even know I could sew.

A girl’s beauty, it’s in the eyes. And that doesn’t go away with age.

Safety Not Guaranteed

You will never love me the way that I love you. Hey, and I’m okay with that. Because nobody can love anyone as much as I love you.

Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. But the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.

Apple Inc.

Always providing you have enough courage--or money--you can do without a reputation.

Scarlett O'Hara: Money can't buy everything.

Rhett Butler: Someone must have told you that. You'd never think of such a platitude all by yourself. What can't it buy?

Scarlett O'Hara: Oh, well, I don't know--not happiness or love anyway.

Rhett Butler: Generally it can. And when it can't, it can buy some of the most remarkable substitutes.

Tonight though, I don't care.

Scarlett O'Hara: Oh, you have the nastiest way of making virtues sound so stupid.

Rhett Butler: But virtues are stupid. Do you care if people talk?