Ugh. Sorry, my computer suddenly crashed without reason or warning. This is my first day back.
The Universe is all that is, or ever was, or ever will be. Our contemplations of the cosmos stir us. There’s a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation as if a distant memory of falling from a great height. We know we are approaching the grandest of mysteries. The cosmos is within us. We are made of star stuff.
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| — | Carl Sagan (via light-essence) |
From my rotting body flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
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Edvard Munch (submitted by noonedonatespurple) |
There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasn’t because I thought I’d be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It’s easier to be alone, because what if you learn that you need love and you don’t have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage. It’s like dying. The only difference is death ends. This? It could go on forever.
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| — | Meredith Grey; Grey’s Anatomy Season 7 Episode 22 (submitted by i-get-around) |
