“The only truth is what one believes to be true. Everyone follows the course which suits him best. If he finds what he is looking for, then for him this course is the right one.”— Dr. Marcel Carret (submitted by: adashofthoughtandweed)
I’ve become a bit obsessed with this version of “New York, New York” since I saw Shame. Carey Mulligan played the character absolutely perfectly, and this performance is one of the most emotionally charged in the film. But even as a song, it’s haunting, and I think it’s in the unexpected sparse arrangement, of a song usually sung with so much gusto, conviction, a celebration of all the possibilities of the city.
Whereas, this version, the slow, stripped piano, full of pauses and hesitation, verging always on desperation…maybe New York was always supposed to be sad. The New York of empty sidewalks and gray skies, the desperate longing for an escape to somewhere that exists so often as the city of dreams, but the dreams so often broken. A solitary, fragile wish, pushed to its limits, even if the limits bring a tattered destruction.
I haven’t heard anything as sad and beautiful in a long while.
“Sometimes beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere. We can’t always understand them, but we have to trust in them. I know you want to question everything, but sometimes it pays to just have a little faith.”—Lauren Kate (via compassio)
“Once you love, you cannot take it back, cannot undo it; what you felt may have changed, shifted slightly, yet still remains love. You still feel-though very small-the not-altogether unpleasant shock of soul recognition for that person.”— Whitney Otto, How to Make an American Quilt (via infinitives)
“But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.”—Haruki Murakami (via roscoe-)
“Woman was taken out of man; not out of his head to top him, nor out of his feet to be trampled underfoot; but out of his side to be equal to him, under his arm to be protected, and near his heart to be loved.”—Woodrow Wyatt (via corona-borealis)
“You feel good, you feel bad, and these feelings are bubbling from your own unconsciousness, from your own past. Nobody is responsible except you. Nobody can make you angry, and nobody can make you happy.”—Osho (via misswallflower)
“If you have ever peeled an onion, then you know that the first thin, papery layer reveals another thin, papery layer, and that layer reveals another, and another, and before you know it you have hundreds of layers all over the kitchen table and thousands of tears in your eyes, sorry that you ever started peeling in the first place and wishing that you had left the onion alone to wither away on the shelf of the pantry while you went on with your life, even if that meant never again enjoying the complicated and overwhelming taste of this strange and bitter vegetable.”—Lemony Snicket (via cite-belle)