We Breathe. We Pulse. We Regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. Thirty-seven seconds, well used, is a lifetime.
- Mr. Edward Magorium  (via silverdoeremi)
Has someone ever talked to you about a subject matter that is so over your head that you keep getting distracted? And instead of paying full attention to what they are saying, you start thinking about other stuff, and noticing other things. It’s not that you don’t think it’s important, it’s just so heavy.
- Gabe Bondoc (via silverdoeremi)
  • Mr. Edward Magorium:When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words.
  • Mr. Edward Magorium:I've lived all five of my acts, Mahoney, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I'm only asking that you turn the page, continue reading... and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died."
  • Molly Mahoney:I love you.
  • Mr. Edward Magorium:I love you, too.
  • Mr. Edward Magorium:Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
- Frye

I just really needed a hug

It’s so hard to deal with all the loss now. How am I expected to be better later. How will it be easier later. I learn more and more as time goes by, and I understand the necessity of it all. I understand. But it’s hard. And I don’t think I will ever get used to it.

nothing but your tshirt on

Above all things, know that you can count on me

Who am I kidding, I’ll always wait for you.

(Source: a--failure)

Terribly terrified