Better You

Wild Nights—Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile—the Winds—
To a Heart in port—
Done with the Compass—
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden—
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor—Tonight—
In Thee!

—Emily Dickinson, poem “249,” from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (Little, Brown and Co., 1960)

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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.

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You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.

—Danielle LaPorte, The Positivity of Pride (via larmoyante)

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Sweetheart I’ve been frightfully busy but you know I have thought of you every minute

—Scott Fitzgerald to Zelda Fitzgerald, March 1919 (via weepling)

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People will love you. People will hate you. And none of it will have anything to do with you.

—Abraham Hicks  

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