What good is it to love
When our hearts have turned stone cold
We’ll only hurt each other more
Each day that we grow old
“But love anyway”, you say
For what more is there to do
Than to love each other with our
Failing, fragmented parts
Until our bodies are through
It’s really weird thinking about how every person you walk by has a name and a personality and a group of friends you’ll never know and a messed up family or an awesome family or that they’re in love or that they’re depressed or are having the best or worst day of their life. There are a lot of people around and I’ll hardly know any of them.
made up word for that: Sonder
“You must take these things on faith. Someday you will be as old as I. People will say the same. ‘Oh, no,’ they’ll say, ‘those vultures were never hummingbirds, those owls were never orioles, those parrots were never bluebirds!’” —Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
I’m alive, he thought.” —Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
- Me: Ohhh. Humanity.
- Toni: Repetitive and broken? Yes.
It’s like Ray Bradbury caught summer in a net and packaged it neatly within the bindings of a book.