To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.
Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.
People do not seem to realise that their opinion of the world is also a confession of their character.
Oh, by the way, you are a wicked kisser. And when I say “wicked”, I mean totally sweet.
— Blood Ties
Dearest, I feel certain I am going mad again.