I don’t know what bothers me more: how much I hate my body, or how angry I am at myself for hating myself so much.
Learning to connect with each other, to experience empathy, to step outside our own experience, and to accept love in all its forms—these, I believe, are the experiences for which we became human.
Martha Beck, via my friend Erin C’s Facebook feed
In accepting my past—in not asking it to be more dramatic than it was—in not asking it to compare with other people’s stories—I could finally wake up to how it had shaped me, and embrace where it was steering me.
Leon Battista Alberti, a fifteenth-century architectural theorist, said, ‘Errors accumulate in the sketch and compound in the model.’ But better an imperfect dome in Florence than cathedrals in the clouds.
Twyla Tharp, from The Creative Habit (2003), p. 23
The truth is that not all lies are the same. There is a hierarchy of lies: some are allowable, some are not. There’s actually a scientifically measurable scale of fibs that ranges from utter and total bullshit—that’s the worst—and decends down through whoppers, whoppers junior, lies, white lies, and Santa. Now that last one of course is the most acceptable form of lie available: It’s a lie to children to help make the world a bit more bearable. Like the tooth fairy, where we lie to children by saying that a magic fairy is going to leave money for you under your pillow for your tooth, rather than telling them the actual truth, which is of course that a tooth fell out of your head and one day everyone you know will die.
John Oliver on the Bugle podcast, episode 206
Life seemed so sweet, and so sad, and so hard to let go of in the end. But hey man, every day’s a brand new deal, right? Just keep on working and something’s bound to turn up.
American Splendor (2003)
[W]e know what the godly think of love, or the illusion of it, especially when admission money must be paid to see it … they are Against. They cut it out. Love corrupts.
Salman Rushdie, from Shame (1983), p. 60
Bitterness is just amplified self pity.
Mark Maron, from episode 2 of the podcast The Mental Illness Happy Hour
Wherever I turn, there is something of which to be ashamed. But shame is like everything else; live with it long enough and it becomes part of the furniture. In ‘Defence’, you can find shame in every house, burning in an ashtray, hanging framed upon a wall, covering a bed. But nobody notices it anymore. And everyone is civilized.
Salman Rushdie, from Shame (1983), p. 21