Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.
'It's all right to show boredom,' she said. 'Just never show fear. They'll smell it on you, like sharks, and come in for the kill.'
- Winifred Griffen Prior, Margaret Atwood’s The Blind Assassin. (via ablogwithaview)
There are days that I cannot find the sun even though its right outside my goddamn window.
- Neil Hilborn, “This is Not the End of the World” (via beba-s)