Rest in Peace Stephen Hawking
It was in the cold September rain that we met. I couldn’t let on that I liked you. But you liked me too. I just didnt think things through, it started with a kiss, how did it end up like this? With us living together playing happy families. I never thought i would end up here I had fought and fought with my mind not to let you in, but you made it in and i couldnt be more pleased, you teased, me about our first kiss. Under the moonlight, at night, our first kiss, our first cuddle, under a cold Octobers night. And i didnt put up a fight.
But if you have no part in the world, no matter how diseased the world is, you are dead. It is not enough to earn your living, do no actual harm to anyone, tell no lies (so as not to be responsible ever for any treachery however small), help a few people with money or kindness when the occasion presents – and without too great a hardship to oneself. It is not enough. It is okay. It is not dirty. But it is dead.
Martha Gellhorn, from Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn (via 01030104)
“A single metaphor can give birth to love.”
— Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Life is about two things, taking risks and making choices. So don’t waste these chances waiting for another mans choice.
-A.A