“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”—
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via sugarbeth)
This is exactly how I felt about this summer. I’m not excited to begin the school year and return to the dreadfully boring campus, but I hope that I can take what I learned this summer and continuously apply it to everything I do these forthcoming months.
“I worked at it. I believe you have to make things happen. That thing [she puts on a little-girl voice], ‘Oh, I just did an audition and I didn’t want to get it but I just got chosen.’ I don’t buy that. No. You have to want to get it.”—Clémence Poésyon success (via theepitomeofquiet)
It’s hard to go from being extremely confident in yourself and your decisions one minute to being full of uncertainty and constantly second-guessing everything the next minute.
I have a plan A, plan B, and plan C and I hope to never ever have to come to plan C. I have just been constantly doubting myself and what I believe in lately and it’s making me lose focus on everything. I don’t know if I’m good enough to go to the school of my dreams for the field I am interested in. I don’t know if I’m worthy or knowledgable enough to continue on this path I’m slowly making for myself. I don’t know if it will all be worth it in the end and I will have the life I always wanted to live.
“Why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world, Alice-in-Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life?”—Sylvia Plath
Lignin, the stuff that prevents all trees from adopting the weeping habit, is a polymer made up of units that are closely related to vanillin. When made into paper and stored for years, it breaks down and smells good. Which is how divine providence has arranged for secondhand bookstores to smell like good quality vanilla absolute, subliminally stoking a hunger for knowledge in all of us.
…..In spite of such horrors, and in spite of such feats as bicycling over 500km in under 72 hours to find a radio operator, Captain Wake was having the time of her life. She was still only 26, a woman among 7,000 (mostly) admiring men, carrying out daily acts of derring-do and revelling in a job she had plainly been born for. Although she lived with the constant possibility of capture, it held no fear for her, and she did not yet know that her husband, rather than betray her, had been arrested by the Gestapo, tortured and killed. Decorations galore—from Britain, France, America and Australia—awaited her, but life would never be as good again.