“I am still so naive. I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?”
— Sylvia Plath

I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. By Maya Angelou

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So when people say that poetry is a luxury, or an option, or for the educated middle classes, or that it shouldn’t be read at school because it is irrelevant, or any of the strange and stupid things that are said about poetry and its place in our lives, I suspect that the people doing the saying have had things pretty easy. A tough life needs a tough language - and that is what poetry is. That is what literature offers - a language powerful enough to say how it is. It isn’t a hiding place. It is a finding place. By Jeanette Winterson (via kathleenjoy)


Something very strange happened today. I went for a visit to my favorite  local bookstore and bought a book by Khaled Hosseini titled And the Mountains Echoed. I was not aware of the existence of this book but as soon as I saw the name of Hosseini I picked it up to read the description and bought it without hesitation, because I can still remember the impact The Kite Runner had on me. So i buy the book and I go to the tube station and get on the train and this girl sitting across me is holding a bag and opens it and takes out the very same book (though different edition) and starts reading it. How weird and coincidental is that? Anyway bottom line is I will start reading this book first chance I get and review it on this site to let you all know what I thought of it.

Have a great rest of the day!