“I am clearly not just my body — my height and weight and hair color, all of which are subject to alteration. But am I then my tastes, thoughts, and memories? Or is there more? Is there not in me a reality more fundamental than those changing individual characteristics?”—Hindu Question (via cwistiana)
“Risks. That’s living. Being too scared to even try it—that’s just a waste. I can say I made a lot of mistakes, but I don’t regret things. Because at least I didn’t spend a life standing outside, wondering what living would be like.”—Sarah Dessen (via alwaysradiatelove)
“I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.”—Unknown (via marcedurmiendo)
When I see all the different faces that walk past me and all the people in photographs, I like to think of how different each person is. There are the bold and brave, the meek and mysterious, and so on and so forth. I also like to think that for each and every unique person, there’s someone equally unique in their own way somewhere in the world that complements them and serves as the perfect match. This thought I have is comforting to me, for some reason.