Losing My Mind
Don’t wonder why people go crazy. Wonder why they don’t. In the face of all we can lose in a day. In an instant. Wonder what the hell it is that makes us hold it together.
♥ On a tous besoin de croire que quelque chose existe au delà de la banalité du quotidien. Être capable de se transformer en quelque chose de mieux, même si personne ne croit en vous…
Le sage est méthodique mais pas tranchant, intègre mais pas blessant, droit mais pas absolu, lumineux mais pas éblouissant. Le sage ne se montre pas, il brille. Il ne s’impose pas, on le remarque. Il ne se vente pas, on lui trouve des mérites. Il ne se pousse pas il progresse.
La majorité des gens se pense plus intelligente que la majorité des gens.
Il est des blessures qui ne s’ouvrent qu’à la nuit, à l’heure où les rires se taisent, où l’âme a froid et fait trembler le corps.
Le bonheur n’est jamais grandiose…
Sometimes when I’m singing that song, when it says “stay seventeen”, I say “stay seventy”. And you guys don’t even know the difference because it sounds the same, but inside I’m laughing, because I’m singing about grandparents.
Hey. Stuff happens. People will change. Your best friend will become your worst enemy. You will fall to pieces, and wish you never existed. You’ll have new regrets and new mistakes. You’ll fall in love, and he’ll break your heart. You’ll argue, and cry yourself to sleep. There will be some days when you can’t drag yourself out of bed. You’ll look in the mirror and hate what you see. But things will get better. Every time you fall down, you get back up. You grow up a little more with each mistake. And no matter how hard it may seem, remember that this is only a chapter of your life. Life goes on.
BELLATRIX: I DID NOT ACTUALLY DIE.. I APPARATED.. I’M SORRY FOR ALMOST KILLING YOUR DAUGHTER….