I'll always be Peter Pan in my heart.
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I'll always be Peter Pan in my heart.
Sentimentality is only sentiment that rubs you up the wrong way.
You wanted perfect, you got your perfect; but now I'm too perfect for someone like you.
I will not say that your mulberry-trees are dead, but I am afraid they are not alive.
Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth.
I have no knowledge of myself as I am, but merely as I appear to myself.
Annihilation has no terrors for me, because I have already tried it before I was born, a hundred million years, and I have suffered more in an hour, in this life, than I remember to have suffered in the whole hundred million years put together. There was a peace, a serenity, an absence of all sense of responsibility, an absence of worry, an absence of care, grief, perplexity; and the presence of a deep content and unbroken satisfaction in that hundred million years of holiday which I look back upon with a tender longing and with a grateful desire to resume, when the opportunity comes.
My body is a journal in a way. It's like what sailors used to do, where every tattoo meant something, a specific time in your life when you make a mark on yourself, whether you do it yourself with a knife or with a professional tattoo artist.
I finally realized that being grateful to my body was key to giving more love to myself.
The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful.