Does that make me cynical? There are no miracles.

I have had the most boring day of my entire existence. Not even the beautiful weather could distract me from the fact I have had absolutely nothing to do apart from the growing amount of revision I keep putting off. In fact, I completed four science past papers which sums up just how bad today has been. And my miserable mood looks set to continue as everyone of my friends are either on holiday or revising over the next week and a half. So, to put my mind off how crappy my day has been, I have come to update. Enjoy:



"Nostalgia- it's delicate but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, nostalgia literally means the pain from an old wound. It's a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn't a spaceship, it's a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to places where we ache to go again. It's not called the wheel, it's called the carousel. It lets us travel the way a child travels- around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know we are loved."



"I hate the moon. I hate tides and earthquakes and volcanoes. I hate a world where things that have absolutely nothing to do with me can destroy my life and the lives of people I love."



"Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark. In the hopeless swaps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never would have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours."


"I spent my whole life learning to feel less. Everyday I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness."



"I read somewhere that not a single cell in our bodies is the same as the cells contained inside us at birth. Our bodies are constantly regenerating and replacing old cells, and so, technically, we are completely different people than the day we were born. If this is true, and I believe it is, who are we? Are we strangers to ourselves? It is just our invisible soulds holding us on a certain track of identity until we die?"



"I wish people would listen as much as they talk."



"I would love to believe that when I die I will live again. That some thinking, feeling and remembering part of me will continue. But much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking."



"It's weird if you think about it just how powerful words can be. Afterall, a word is simply a noise- or an assortment of letters arranged attractively on a page. It's strange just how much a few words strung together in a sentance can change things dramatically." -sarahhhlove.



"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I am not living."



"I believe that you've created a metaphorical universe in which you can express your darkest fears. In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts but we create them. We haunt ourselves, and sometimes we do such a good job, we lose track of reality."



"Life is short. Stay awake for it."



"People, you'll find, aren't usually all good or all bad. Sometimes they are just a little bit good and a whole lot bad. And sometimes they're mostly good with a dash of bad. And most of us, well, we fall in the middle somewhere."



Finis.