Quote of the day. New York. Impressions.

I guess it goes to show that you just never know where life will take you. You search for answers. You wonder what it all means. You stumble, and you soar. And, if you’re lucky, you make it to New York. You dare to dream. For those who did, it unlocked its gates and its treasures, not caring who they were or where they came from. 

(inspired by Amy Thomas and Moss Hart)  

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Impressions. Memories. Moments. New York

“My mind then wandered. I thought of this: I thought of how every day each of us experiences a few little moments that have just a bit more resonance than other moments—we hear a word that sticks in our mind—or maybe we have a small experience that pulls us out of ourselves, if only briefly. And if we were to collect these small moments in a notebook and save them over a period of months we would see certain trends emerge from our collection—certain voices would emerge that have been trying to speak through us. We would realize that we have been having another life altogether; one we didn’t even know was going on inside us. And maybe this other life is more important than the one we think of as being real—this clunky day-to-day world of furniture and noise and metal. So just maybe it is these small silent moments which are the true story-making events of our lives.” (Douglas Coupland, Life after God)



“Do you know how there are moments when the world moves so slowly you can feel your bones shifting, your mind tumbling? When you think that no matter what happens to you for the rest of your life, you will remember every last detail of that one minute forever?” (Jodi Picoult, Ninteen Minutes)



“They would think she was savoring the taste (blueberries, cinnamon, cream-excellent), but she was actually savoring the whole morning, trying to catch it, pin it down, keep it safe before all those precious moments became yet another memory.” (Liane Moriarty, What Alice Forget)

Pics: Sina

Words to live by. Travels. Impressions.

"People who you are close with don't understand you. The people you usually lean on have changed. You rely on your other friends that you usually wouldn't tell your secretes, but still, they are there. You move away from the people you trust toward your new found trustees, and the people you called close are mad you because YOU'VE changed. So now you're confused, and now you think you've changed. Tell whoever told you that to kiss you on the cheek, and wave good-bye for good."  (Megan Johnson)

"She was a girl who knew how to be happy even when she was sad. 

And then she left. I watched her walk out – she didn’t even say good-bye, she didn’t even look back. It scared me, how easy it was for her to do that."  

Pictures: all by Sina 

Impressions. Travels. San Francisco.

We're both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We're connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me. And yes, I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do."  (Haruki Murakami)

"You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and put miles between you, but at the same time you carry them with you in your heart, your mind, your stomach, because you do not just live in a world but a world lives in you." (Frederick Buechner)

"This is a love story. I never knew there were so many kinds of love or that love could make people do so many different things.

 I never knew there were so many different ways to say goodbye." (Maggie Stiefvater)

“That's when I realized that certain moments go on forever. Even after they're over they still go on, even after you're dead and buried, those moments are lasting still, backward and forward, on into infinity. They are everything and everywhere all at once.
They are the meaning.” 

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Eyecatcher of the day. Impressions. Words to live by.

We love individuals. We love New York.

"Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect." (Marc Twain) 

Foto: Sina 

Exploring. Observing. Impressions of Madrid.

“You might as well ask an artist to explain his art, or ask a poet to explain his poem.

 It defeats the purpose. The meaning is only clear thorough the search.” 

(Rick Riordan)

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