It nice it happen to you. Like you come to the island and had a holiday. Sun didn’t burn you red-red, just brown. You sleep and no mosquito eat you. But the truth is, it bound to happen if you stay long enough. So take that nice picture you got in your head home with you, but don’t be fooled. We lonely here mostly too. If we lucky, maybe, we got some nice pictures to take with us.
Jamaican Woman/Lois Kelly-Miller, Meet Joe Black (1998)
Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.
Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things (via creatingaquietmind)
Anybody can sympathise with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature— requires, in fact, the nature of a true lndividualist—to sympathise with a friend’s success.
Oscar Wilde (via misswallflower)