Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Lots & Lots of Quotes

I was going through previous posts (as always), and I came to a realisation that I really do have certain periods of feeling low, meh. & I'm super depressing when I feel low fml.

But I digress. I've been clearing out some photos & I've found so many quotes I've taken pictures of, but have yet to post up. So here goes!
(Also, my Iceland trip post is in the works, so stay tuned!)


The Flavours of Love, Dorothy Koomson

Revelations this huge should be delivered straight away - you can comfort and cosset the blow afterwards, the preamble takes the listener to all sorts of places they don't need to visit before fully receiving the news.


Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami

Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself, the life-and-death struggle people went through is now like something from the distant past. We're so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past, like ancients stars that have burnt out, no longer in orbit about our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about every day, too many new things to learn... But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone.

And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it may be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your own hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.


Where Rainbows End, Cecilia Ahern

Anyway, my point is, I don't want to be one of those easily forgotten people, so important at the time, so special, so influential and so treasured, yet years later just a vague face and a distant memory.


Lone Wolf, Jodi Picoult

Hope and reality lie in inverse proportions inside the walls of a hospital... Doubt is like dye. Once it spreads into the fabric of excuses you've woven, you'll never get rid of the stain.


The Woman He Loved Before, Dorothy Koomson

It's good to have things that you love. They keep you grounded, make you realise how much you have to lose. It's good to love people. But if you don't have anyone you can truly give your heart to, then having something that means the world to you can often act as a good stand-in.

It soon became apparent that happiness shouldn't be a destination in your life. It should be part of the journey of your life... Putting everything on hold to achieve the one thing you think will make you happy will actually mean that you're miserable along the way to getting there, and when you get there, you might find that the thing you wanted doesn't make you as happy as you thought it would. Or worse, you've completely forgotten how to be happy.


Will Grayson, Will Grayson, John Green

Love is always a miracle, everywhere, every time. But for us, it's a little different. I don't want to say it's more miraculous. It is, though.

When you date someone, you have the markers along the way, right: You kiss, you have The Talk, you say the Three Little Words, you sit on a swing set and break up. You can plot the points on a graph. And you check up with each other along the way: Can I do this? If I say this will you say it back?
But with friendship, there's nothing like that. Being in a relationship, that's something you choose. Being friends, that's just something you are.

I'd pick you. Fuck it, I do pick you. I want you to come over to my house in twenty years with your dude and your adopted kids and I want our fucking kids to hang out and I want to, like, drink wine and talk about the Middle East or whatever the fuck we're gonna want to do when we're old. We've been friends too long to pick, but if we could pick, I'd pick you.

I just think if you don't say the honest thing, sometimes the honest thing never becomes true.

I think about how much depends upon a best friend. When you wake up in the morning you swing your legs out of bed and you put your feet on the ground and you stand up. You don't scoot to the edge of the bed to make sure the floor is there. The floor is always there. Until it's not.

I will admit there's a certain degree of giving a fuck that goes into not giving a fuck: By saying you don't care if the world falls apart, in some small way you're saying you want it to stay together, on your terms.

When things break, it's not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. It's because a little piece gets lost - the two remaining ends couldn't fit together even if they wanted to. The whole shape has changed.

Hang me
like a dead rose
Preserve me
and my petals won't fall
until you touch them
and I dissolve.

Not all flowers
depend on light
to grow.

You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.

I feel like my life is so scattered right now. Like it's all these small pieces of paper and someone's turned on the fan. But talking to you makes me feel like the fan's been turned off for a little bit. Like things could actually make sense. You completely unscatter me, and I appreciate that so much.


Keeper of the Light, Diane Chamberlain

How would it feel, paying someone to ease the pain of a body suffering from neglect?


Sing You Home, Jodi Picoult

Everyone who's gay has had the unfortunate circumstance of falling for someone who's not. The first time it happens, you think I can change her. I know her better than she knows herself. And invariably, you are left with a broken relationship and an even more broken heart. The straight equivalent, in a way, is the woman who's sure that the guy she loves - the one who beats her every night - will eventually stop. The bottom line in both cases is that people don't change; that no matter how charming you are and how fiercely you love, you cannot turn a person into someone she's not.

Believe me, being gay is not a choice. No one would choose to make life harder than it has to be, and no matter how confident and comfortable a gay person is, he and she can't control the thoughts of others.

Every life has a soundtrack... If you ask me, music is the language of memory.


Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet, Jamie Ford

But now, deep down, Henry wanted to tell his son everything. How seemingly unfair life was in retrospect, and how remarkable it was that they'd all just accepted what they had and made the best of it.

But choosing to lovingly care for her was like steering a plane into a mountain as gently as possible. The crash is imminent; it's how you spend your time on the way down that counts.

But in the end, each of them occupied a solitary grave. Alone forever. It didn't matter who your neighbours were. They didn't talk back. 


How to Fall in Love, Cecilia Ahern

I understood everyone's confusion and inability to believe me. It had a lot to do with how well I had hidden my unhappiness and it had everything to do with my timing. 


Before I Fall, Lauren Oliver

I've never really though about it before, but it's a miracle how many kinds of light there are in the world, how many skies: the pale brightness of spring, when it feels like the whole world is blushing; the lush bright boldness of a July noon; purple storm skies and a green queasiness just before lightning strikes and crazy multicoloured sunsets that look like someone's acid trip. 


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Also:

My poor heart is sentimental
Not made of wood
I got it bad and that ain't good
- Duke Ellington, 1941

The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear. 
- Nelson Mandela

All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.
- T. E. Lawrence



That's all for now heh. Just rows & rows of quotes. Currently working on my Iceland trip video & post. Hopefully I should be done soon!
Till then! :)


Saturday, June 7, 2014

Book Quotes: The Fault in Our Stars- John Green

This post is gonna a bit weird, because it's gonna be something new hahah. I'm creating a new tag for quotes and lines from books I read that I like, or find interesting.This is mainly for my own purposes, but go ahead & read on if you'd like! :)

Pg 7
I went to Support Group for the same reason that I'd once allowed nurses with a mere eighteen months of graduate education to poison me with exotically named chemicals: I wanted to make my parents happy. There is only one thing in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you're sixteen, and that's having a kid who bites it from cancer.

Pg 12
There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this, will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it's millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of the sun, we will not survive forever. There was a time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be a time after.

Pg 16
I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago to not deny myself the simple pleasures of existence.

Pg 20
It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing. 

Pg 37
Right, that's why I said tomorrow. I want to see you again tonight. But  I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow. 

Pg 60-61
'Sometimes people don't understand the promise they're making when they make them.'
'Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That's what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway.'

Pg 63
That's the thing about pain- it demands to be felt. 

Pg 72
I almost felt like he was there in my rom wit me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space that could only be visited on the phone.

Pg 125
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

Pg 139
The weird thing about houses is that they almost always look like nothing is happening inside of them, even though they contain most of our lives. 

Pg 153
I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasures of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and  I am in love with you. 

Pg 157
- And in freedom, most people find sin.

Pg 164
People always get used to beauty, though. 

Pg 204
For who so firm that cannot be seduced? *Originally Shakespeare

Pg 213
Most of my life had been devoted to trying not to cry in front of people who loved me, so I knew what Augustus was doing. You clench your teeth. You look up. You tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them, and you will be nothing but A Sadness is their lives, and you must not become a mere sadness, so you will not cry, and you say all this to yourself while looking up at the ceiling, and then you swallow even though your throat does not want to close and you look at the person who loves you and smile.

Pg 311(a)
The marks humans leave are often scars.

Pg 311(b)
My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations.


Friday, June 21, 2013

Life Update!

Don't you just love that feeling when you put a pen to paper (or your fingers to the keyboard) and your thoughts just seem to flow directly from your mind straight to the writing media? That feeling when you really don't know what or how to say something, but the moment your fingers come into contact with the keyboard, or your pen hits the paper, everything you want to say just comes? Amazing, isn't it?  And this is one of the reasons why I love writing. It's so effortless (at times, at least.)

Hello dear readers! :) Or rather, hello Lynn and Jannah and Shman (who's just back from Taiwan. Welcome 'home', Shman! :D ) and whoever else still reads this blog. Yeah I'm still in denial that there's still other people who read my blog hahah Yeap. *peace signnnn*

And this here, is another life update.

It's been 5 days since I last posted a life update, and what I have been up to so far? As I'm typing this, I'm sick and I feel like crap. Which is why I'm home instead of at Taekwondo centralized training. I hate missing centralized training. Rawr. Oh okay okay, life update! I've been:

1. Reading
These past few days, I've only managed to read one book -


The reason it's taken me so long to finish this one book is because it's so emotionally draining. I love Jodi Picoult, she's my favourite author. Her books are always thought-provoking - she attacks an highly debatable ethical issue, and it's always 'WHAT WOULD YOU DO?'. When you first read her books, you'll have your own stand on how you see issue in question, but as you read on, you start to see the other side of things. It really does get you thinking about how you may be wrong and doubt your own opinion. This book, Handle With Care, is about wrongful birth. It's about a little girl who has osteogenesis imperfecta, or in layman terms, brittle bone disease. Look it up, it's really, really interesting. Anyways, the mother of this little girl (Willow) wants to sue her physician for wrongful birth- which basically means that if she'd known earlier that Willow would be born with this disease, she wouldn't have had her in the first place. But truth is, she actually just wants the $$ to provide a better life for Willow. So. What would you do?
If that itself wasn't bad enough, the disease highlighted in the book wasn't any common disease like Down Syndrome, for example. Picoult just HAD to use osteogenesis imperfecta, depicting how life with this disease is like. It's really heartbreaking, really. Just look it up, and you'll know exactly what I mean.

On a lighter note, I've started on another book just today. 

I think the only reason I bought this book was because it looked pretty, heheh. But it's going great so far :) Fingers crossed.

2. Baking
After a long hiatus - blame A Levels (yes I blame all my hiatuses on A Levels) , I finally baked! :D And nope, Leek's birthday cupcakes don't count. Don't ask me why. So I baked .. *drumroll*

APPLE CRUMBLE! :D

It was PERFECT. A little slice of heaven. With ice cream. So much  :') OH AND DID I MENTION I HAD ICE CREAM 3 TIMES IN THE PAST 5 DAYS? :D :D :D

3. Learning to cook
Since I may be leaving for UK soon, and I have almost zero (not really, but close) and my grandma is here, I've been learning how to cook! :) Sort of. My grandma usually prepares the ingredients and sauces and all before I even wake up, so the only thing I do is cook everything on the wok itself. So if I had to leave for UK tmrw, I'd still have no idea how to prepare anything. YAYERZ. 

4. Researching
Yeap, been doing research on osteogenesis imperfecta. Refer to #1 ^

5. Gardening
Helping my mum to gardening at the bungalow. The flowers and plants there aren't to her liking, so she's sort of redoing the whole garden. And dragging me along to help her. Here's what I've learned so far:
  • I HATE GARDENING
  • I HATE FROGS 
  • - even more than my mum. I'm surprised.
  • I hate soil.
  • Soil makes me sick.
  • Gardening gives you loads and loads and loads of insect bites.
I really do hate gardening.

6. Selling off books
A Levels is OVER. (I LOVE saying that.) and since Jason is quite certain that he doesn't want to take Science subjects for his A Levels, I'm selling off all my books! Had to organize and reorganize them, and now the book list is up, price list is up, and I'm just waiting for people to get them off my hands! :)

7. Teaching Jason how to use the calculator
Jason is in Form 5. AND APPARENTLY HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO USE THE CALCULATOR. *shoots self in head* My brother, ladies and gentlemen. Is A Genius. 

8. Planning trips in my head
This whole week, I've been stuck at home because Lynn is working and Shman is lightyears away in Taiwan. So no one to teman me do fun stuff :'( But but I've planned so many things I wanna do! I wanna go to myBurgerlab & Dip n Dip & Shman still owes me lemon chicken & butter prawns at Groupbase and I wanna have a movie marathon and I wanna watch Great Gatsby and I wanna go for badminton and pool and shopping and so many other stuff. SHMAN FASTER BRING MEH :'( 

I still suck at ending posts. 
Kay lah that's allllllllllllllllll. Byebyeeeeee! 



Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Things I NEED.

(Notice I said NEED and not 'want') :P
And no, I'm not a spoiled brat >_____>



Need. New. Bag.



A big teddy bear / Big teddy bears! ♥ ;3

A DLSR! 

A polaroiddddddddddd! 

Guys' watch! If y'all know me really well, you'd know that I've a thaaaang for guys watches ;)


Les Mis Novel!

And the piano song book :)


An all expenses paid trip to New Zealand.

And a Lotus Evora ;)


*hinthint
Zankius! :D