“The more detailed the memory, the longer the moment seems to last. “This explains why we think that time speeds up when we grow older,” Eagleman said—why childhood summers seem to go on forever, while old age slips by while we’re dozing. The more familiar the world becomes, the less information your brain writes down, and the more quickly time seems to pass.”—David Eagleman and Mysteries of the Brain : The New Yorker (via growingupindie)
“When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder.
Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Every day I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.”—Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer
“By 19, I had found my look. Oversize T-shirts, bike shorts, and wrestling shoes. To prevent the silhouette from being too baggy, I would cinch it at the waist with my fanny pack. I was pretty sure I would wear this look forever. The shirts allowed me express myself with cool sayings like ‘There’s No Crying in Baseball’ and ‘Universität Heidelberg,’ the bike shorts showed off my muscular legs, and the fanny pack held all my trolley tokens. I was nailing it on a daily basis. Find something like this for yourself as soon as possible.”— Tina Fey’s thoughts on fashion from Bossypants
“Calling Easter Eggs, Easter Eggs could upset people who don’t celebrate Easter, not to mention all the poor chickens, who have to watch their young mercilessly stuffed with chocolate. So instead we get Spring Spheres. Spring Spheres come in Solstice Baskets. They’re delivered by the generous Candy Rabbit, a good friend to other inoffensive childhood heroes like Winter Fat Guy. And the Tooth Confirmed Bachelor.”—http://www.npr.org/2011/04/16/135453447/lightning-fill-in-the-blank
“…I never saw how easy it is to fail someone in increments, to leave such an incalculable distance between the immensity of how you feel and the reality of what you say…”—I have a few last words, Charles Warnke
“Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so god damned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you.”—You Should Date An Illiterate Girl, Charles Warnke (via jordandanielle)