Finn
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Finn
Pretentiousness repels but authenticity attracts, and vulnerability is the pathway to intimacy.
Rick Warren • The Purpose Driven Life: What on Earth Am I Here For?
And so who would be his partner, who would make his unit? No one, it often seemed. They had abandoned him. And then, with each year, they abandoned him further. He had always known he would be the first among the four of them to be a success. This wasn’t arrogance: he just knew it. He worked harder than Malcolm, he was more ambitious than Willem.
... See moreHanya Yanagihara • A Little Life: The Million-Copy Bestseller (Picador Collection)
On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (Ocean Vuong)
- Your Highlight on page 238
Because the sunset, like survival, exists only on the verge of its own disappearing. To be gorgeous, you must first be seen, but to be seen allows you to be hunted.
At the heart of exile, we must finally encounter the longing we have hidden in our own hearts. Longing is an impulse, born out of what is missing from us which we ache to return to, even if we’ve never known it directly. It aches too, for our homecoming.
Toko-pa Turner • Belonging: Remembering Ourselves home
He knew it was romantic, but he admired them: he admired anyone who could live for year after year on only their fast-burning hopes, even as they grew older and more obscure with every day. And, just as romantically, he thought of his time with the organization as his salute to his friends, all of whom were living the sorts of lives he marveled at:
... See moreHanya Yanagihara • A Little Life: The Million-Copy Bestseller (Picador Collection)
She could feel the whispers in her chest, could hear them in her mind. When she was a child, before the war, before the river, her parents spoke to each other in Yiddish, a language they didn’t share with her. This was how the river felt to her—a language that soothed her, a constant presence, but one she barely understood.
Katherine Locke • This Rebel Heart
mother tongue, war and on earth
Ava • The Agony of Eros: On Limerence - By Ava - Bookbear Express
Their faith in him, in his ultimate triumph, remained unwavering, almost disconcertingly so. They were convinced—even as his own conviction was tested so many times that it was becoming difficult to self-generate it—that he would someday be an important artist, that his work would hang in major museums, that the people who hadn’t yet given him his
... See moreThe person those entries were about hasn’t crossed my mind in months. But, at the moment, it was potent. It was real to me. Now? I couldn’t even tell you what the color of their eyes were. Isn't that just the most 20-something, melodramatic moment of intensity? Where it feels like both nothing and everything matters? I live, live, live for that.