I originally intended part of this blog as a space for words. Not my words, the words of others. Words that had touched me in some way. Words from books, movies or any other form of media, spoken or printed, that stuck with me long after I had closed the pages or walked away. I figured it was time I finally started sharing them. And so I am dubbing most Wednesday's from here on out as Words for Wednesday. Some will be just the words; quotes from people who can say what I am feeling, at a certain time, better than I can. And some will be there words and my own. The quotes that spoke so much into my soul and why they did.
Today's words come from one of my favorite books read this year, in all my 28 years really;
The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern.
"He forgets, that he was someone's dream once, himself."
"The finest of pleasures are unexpected ones."
"It is difficult to see the situation for what it is when you are in the midst of it. It is too familiar. Too comfortable."
|Though written by Oscar Wilde, it is also a favorite and sits as the opening to The Night Circus.|
"Love" is fickle and fleeting. It is rarely a solid foundation for decisions to be made upon.
"No you were not destined or chosen. You were in the right place at the right time, and you care enough to do what needs to be done. Sometimes that's enough."
"There is nothing wrong with being a dreamer. But dreams have a way of turning into nightmares."
And while I know the last one is a long one, I hope that you have made it this far, because it is one of my absolute favorites:
"Stories have changed, my dear... There are no more monsters to slay, no maidens in need of rescue. Most maidens are perfectly capable of rescuing themselves in my my experience, at least the ones worth something in any case. There are no longer simple tales with quests and beasts and happy endings. The quests lack clarity of goal or path. The beasts take different forms and are difficult to recognize for what they are. And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. Things keep going on, they overlap and blur, your story is part of your sister's story is part of many other stories, and there is no telling where any of them may lead. Good and evil are a great deal more complex than a princess or a dragon, or a wolf and a scarlet-clad little girl. And is not the dragon the hero of his own story? Is not the wolf simply acting as a wolf should act?