“To let go isn’t to forget, not to think about, or ignore. It doesn’t leave feelings of anger, jealousy, or regret. Letting go isn’t about winning or losing. It’s not about pride and it’s not about how you appear, and it’s not obsessing or dwelling on the past. Letting go isn’t blocking memories or thinking sad thoughts, and doesn’t leave emptiness, hurt, or sadness. It’s not about giving in or giving up. Letting go isn’t about loss and it’s not about defeat. To let go is to cherish the memories, but to overcome and move on. It is having an open mind confidence in the future. Letting go is learning and experiencing and growing. To let go is to be thankful for the experiences that made you laugh, made you cry, and made you grow. It’s about all that you have, all that you had, and all that you will soon gain. Letting go is having the courage to accept change, and the strength to keep moving. Letting go is growing up. It is realizing that the heart can sometimes be the most potent remedy. To let go is to open a door, and to clear a path and set yourself free.”—Unknown (via littlemiss)
“Life kicks you around sometimes. It scares you and beats you up, but there’s a day when you realize you’re not just a survivor, but you’re a warrior. Life throws some curve balls at you and you’ve got to go where it takes you. You’re tougher than anything it throws your way. Life is wonderful, even with all the bruises, cuts and toe stubs you get along the way.”—
"I asked her where she got her toughness. She pretended she didn’t understand. Maybe she didn’t at first, or maybe she had forgotten that to do the things she was prepared to do, to have them done to her, took enormous toughness, more than most people had. She said you just had to keep working on yourself until you didn’t feel what they wanted you to feel, or anything else. By seven o’clock she had fallen asleep in my arms having said that she loved me and that she knew I was going through hell. She breathed like a little girl.
She slept and I held her. If she had not passed out when she did she might have caught a glimpse of how alone she really was, that is, had all that she had done over the years not dulled her sense of it, perhaps permanently. I have learned what hell is because I am not able to dull the sense of what I have done. Hell is the special pain that dwells in that loss in which you yourself have caused.”
“I used to think when I got older, the world would make so much more sense. But you know what? The older I get, the more confusing it is to me. The more complicated it is to me. You’d think we’d get better at it.”—Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist (via littlemiss)
“Everyone wants to be loved and needed, particularly by the person who just broke up with us. I understand. What could be better than hearing from the man who just told you he didn’t want you in his life anymore… his sad, wistful, “I miss you so much” voice on the other end of the phone? It’s validating. It’s exciting. It’s irresistible. But resist you must.”—He’s Just Not That Into You (via littlemiss)