“Enjoy as you go along ….”

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There is this about Mr. Jellybond Tinney which it is always pleasant to contemplate — he did enjoy himself. “Enjoy as you go along,” he was continually saying: “enjoy the little things.” ~Sarah Grand, Babs the Impossible, 1900

Quote to ponder….

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Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history’s in a strand of your hair. Your fingernails. The forensic details. The lining of your stomach is a document. The calluses on your hand tell all your secrets. Your teeth give you away. Your accent. The wrinkles around your mouth and eyes. Everything you do shows your hand.

Chuck Palahniuk

When Things Break

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“when things break, it’s not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. it’s because a little piece gets lost — the two remaining ends couldn’t fit together even if they wanted to. the whole shape has changed.”
― David Levithan, Will Grayson, Will Grayson

“Please don’t be overly sober with your precious wings; it’s your addiction to freedom that makes me think that I too can defy gravity.”― Curtis Tyrone Jones

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“Try not to resist the changes that come your way. Instead let life live through you. And do not worry that your life is turning upside down. How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come?” ― Rumi

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When You Are Old

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WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep, 
And nodding by the fire, take down this book, 
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look 
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; 

How many loved your moments of glad grace, 
And loved your beauty with love false or true, 
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, 
And loved the sorrows of your changing face; 

And bending down beside the glowing bars, 
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled 
And paced upon the mountains overhead 
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.” 
― W.B. Yeats