A Collection of Beautiful Words

“I know.
I know that you didn’t want to go out today and I know that it feels like a small flock of sparrows are using your stomach for a bird bath.
I know you want to run away and cry and I know you just want to be alone.
I know that in the hot summer air, with what feels like a rhinoceros sitting on your windpipe, sometimes it gets hard to breathe.
I know it’s hard to answer the incessant question of “Are you alright?” When all you want is forty eight seconds of silence in your head.
I know that every part of you feels exposed to peoples’ judging eyes.
I know.
But I also know that every time you’ve wanted to quit, you haven’t.
And that you’re chest will continue to ride and fall so long as you keep breathing. You’ve climbed mountains taller and braved deeper oceans. This will not stop you now. You can do this. Come on, breath in.”


This Anxious Beast in My Chest

Sarah Nicole

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“Love is forgiving, accepting, moving on, embracing, and all encompassing. And if you’re not doing that for yourself, you cannot do that with anyone else.”


Steve Maraboli

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“She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.”

—   Hans Christian Andersen, the Little Mermaid  (via silentious)

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“We can’t selectively numb emotion. Numb the dark and you numb the light.”

—   Brené Brown, Daring Greatly  (via thatkindofwoman)

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“It would be a devastating thing to break someones heart so badly, that they would give up on love. It is a far greater thing to leave someone with the hope of love than with the loss of love. To leave them better than how you found them; is to love them better altogether.”

—   Things that my Heart Whispers (T.B. LaBerge)

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“Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.”

—    Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)

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“Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.”

—   Cheryl Strayed (via razato)

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“It is not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit.”

—   J.R.R. Tolkien (via radiantlyrecover-ed)

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“I despise my own hypersensitiveness, which requires so much reassurance. It is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be loved and understood.”

—   Anaïs Nin  (via dustandthewind)

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“It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.”

—   Chuck Palahniuk, Diary (via wordsnquotes)

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“Pure love is the best medicine for the modern world. This is what is lacking in all societies. The root cause of all problems, from personal problems to global problems, is the absence of love. Love is the binding factor, the unifying factor. Love creates the feeling of oneness among people. It unifies a nation and its people. Love creates a sense of unity while hatred causes division. Egotism and hatred cut people’s minds into pieces. There is no problem which love cannot solve.”

—   Amma (via belovedlotus)

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“The stars were my best friends. The air was full of legends and phantoms, full of mythical and fair-tale creatures, which suddenly flew away over the roof, so that one was at one with the firmament.”

—   Marc Chagall
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“Lately I’ve been spending a good part of nearly every day thinking about love. Romantic love. The kind of love that involves french kissing and mix tapes and spooning in New York City in the summer when it’s by most people’s standards too disgustingly humid to spoon. The kind of love you wanna bring home to your grandma and say, “Grandma, look at this love! Just look at this LOVE!” Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…….and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”

—   Andrea Gibson (via rarararambles)

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