Karen.. 17. Queen of making mistakes. ever thankful of my Saviour.
"Let go and let God".
that's all i can do.
"Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos." ~Charles M. Schulz
"Time always pulls you along too fast. Before you know it you're in high school, twirling keys and searching for colleges.
Time envelopes people and sends them like packages through the mail. Fighting to get to where you're going, it seems like as soon as you've found something you love, you've got to leave it.
Time breaks wrists and forces hands apart, ends relationships and puts a price on lives. It ends wonderful days, puts the sunshine to sleep, and makes eyelids want to close.
Time takes me away from where I want to be and what I want to do, as society pressures me to make choices I don't feel like making.
Time makes children grow old, faces wrinkle, and hair turn grey.
Time waits for no one, yet all anyone can wish for is more time.
I want leaves to stay colored for longer than a week, I want snow to last for days before it melts, I want sunshine to be accompanied by blue skies, and I want my best friend holding my hand through life.
I want a stopwatch and remote. I want a pause button, and a rewind, and a fast forward. I want to step out of my skin and take a break.
I want, more than anything, to be free."
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"Let us each examine his thoughts; he will find then wholly concerned with the past or the future, we almost never think of the present, and if we do think of it, it is only to see what light it throws on our plans for the future. The present is never without end. The past and present are our means, the future alone our end. Thus we never actually live, but hope to live, and since we are always planning to be happy, it is inevitable that we should never be so. "
"Because," he said, "I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to
you--especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a
string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably
knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of
your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred
miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of
communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should
take to bleeding inwardly.
(Jane Eyre)
