I forget to breathe
“...is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”
Before you come alive, life is nothing; it’s up to you to give it a meaning, and value is nothing else but the meaning you choose.
— Jean-Paul Sartre (via clre
October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.
— Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
by J.K. Rowling (via mugglenet