"The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation"
"You don’t test a gentle person the way that you don’t steep tea for too long. Submerge me and I will imbue, and what was sweet will be bitter. I will be strong on your tongue and unpleasant to the taste, and you’ll regret drowning me in your guile.
My gentleness is not for your taking."
"All this time I’ve been blaming myself. I’ve been blaming myself for you leaving, and for you lying, and for putting my trust in you. I’ve blamed myself for you never caring and for you never giving a shit about anything. I told myself that there was obviously something wrong with me, that’s why you talked to other girls. I’ve blamed myself for jumping off a cliff just waiting for you to catch me. But really? You pushed me. You pushed me off the fucking cliff and you never had any intentions of ever catching me. You were just going to let me fall. Watch me struggle, watch me reach for you, call out your fucking name. And we both know you heard me, but fuck. You weren’t ever going to help me, for that; fuck you."
59 degrees. Fog. Soft, misty rain. Occasional breeze. This is weather for my soul. Happiness found here, even in my melancholy mood.
"Sometimes I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all." - Evelyn Waugh