"You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore?
All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone. [...]
You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back.
It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something.
I miss the idea of it.
Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place."
[Garden State]

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"Während ich einen Monat schönsten Wetters an der See verlebte, geriet ich in die Gesellschaft eines bezaubernden Geschöpfes. Einer wahren Göttin, in meinen Augen.
Solange sie mir keine Aufmerksamkeit schenkte.
Ich gab mir meiner Liebe nie mit Worten Ausdruck. Doch wenn Blicke sprechen können, hätte auch der ärgste Dummkopf erraten, dass ich bis über beide Ohren verliebt war.
Sie verstand mich schließlich und erwiderte meine Augensprache mit dem süßesten Blick, den man sich vorstellen kann. Und was tat ich? Ich gestehe es voller Scham:
Ich zog mich zu Eis erstarrt in mich selbst zurück wie eine Schnecke. Zog mich bei jedem Blick abgekühlter und weiter zurück - bis die arme Unschuld schließlich anfing ihren eigenen Sinnen zu misstrauen.
Durch diese merkwürdige Veranlagung bin ich in den Ruf vorsätzlicher Herzenskälte gekommen - wie unverdient kann nur ich allein ermessen."

via lir

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I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

[Augusten Burroughs, Magical Thinking]

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Most of you have been where I am tonight. The crash site of unrequited love. You ask yourself, How did I get here? What was it about? Was it her smile? Was it the way she crossed her legs, the turn of her ankle, the poignant vulnerability of her slender wrists? What are these elusive and ephemeral things that ignite passion in the human heart? That's an age-old question. It's perfect food for thought on a bright midsummer's night.


Martin Sage and Sybil Adelman, Northern Exposure, The Bumpy Road to Love, 1991

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