Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you’re stuck with this undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there’s nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there’s a peanut butter cup or an English toffee. But they’re gone too fast and the taste is… fleeting. So, you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts. And if you’re desperate enough to eat those, all you got left is an empty box filled with useless brown paper wrappers.
Cigarette Smoking Man
Dreams are the answers to questions that we haven’t yet figured out how to ask.
Fox Mulder
So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labours, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger—because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.
Jack Kerouac
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 (via quotewhore)
Source: quotewhore
When I saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.
William Shakespeare
“Progress is not an illusion; it happens, but it is slow and invariably disappointing.”
― George Orwell
Source: nevver
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