When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
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— | Henri J.M. Nouwen, The Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey (via hplyrikz) |
Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It’s hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I feel the need to say something grand and poetic, but the only thing I come up with is “It’s lovely.
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Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places (via wordsnquotes) |
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people. Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me.
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J.D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour: An Introduction (via wordsnquotes) |
My goal is to be rich enough to give people $200 when they’re short for rent and not even have to worry about them paying me back.