#333

All I had to do was to be nice. but, no! no! no! I just fucked it up!

Better day - Dover.

#332

I just quit it all, I'm not ashamed. I'd rather wait for a better day. If you would have been with me that day, oh things would be a different way.

Better days - Dover.

#331

-Sure, it's seen better days, but that doesn't mean it won't have better days again. And just because life isn't what you want it to be right now, doesn't mean you should tear it down. I started thinking about all the things I want to do and have that I'm not doing or having. And how everyone in this neighborhood seems to have given up imagining what a better life might look like... But if we can admit to ourselves what we want is out there somewhere, then maybe we can fight for it. And if we do that, then we're halfway to getting it.

Regina Mills, Once upon a time. Séptima temporada, capítulo uno.

#330

Si estimem el món en què vivim, l'hem d'estimar igualment amb tota la seva merda. I quan ens enamorem d'algú, per què ens fixem només en les seves virtuts? L'amor de veritat, és al contrari: és reconéixer la imperfecció, acceptar la persona amb tots els seus defectes. El problema és que ens fa por caure enamorats. Per a enamorar-nos busquem una persona que tingui unes característiques molt concretes, no? A la carta. Que pensi com jo, que li agraden les mateixes coses que a mi, que tingui el mateix sentit de l'humor. No volem assumir riscos. Quan idealitzem l'amor posem en l'altre tot allò que hi volem veure.

No ens enamorem de les persones, sinó de la imatge massa perfecta que ens en fem. També ens agrada somiar en un món sense escombraries, però nois, la merda va i ve. Entra i surt cada dia. Amb la persona de qui estem enamorats passa el mateix: mai no encaixa amb la imatge que ens havíem fet d'ella. Estimar de debó és una aposta arriscada, perquè l'amor de veritat no idealitza l'altre. Es tracta d'estimar també la imperfecció. 

Merlí Bergeron, Merlí. Segunda temporada, capítulo once.    

#329

Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.

C.S. Lewis.

#328

We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them. We say we love trees, yet we cut them down. And people still wonder why some are afraid when told they are loved.

Anonymous.

#327

Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.

Las benévolas - Neil Gaiman.