Faith. You give it to the people you love. But the people who really deserve it, are the ones who come through even when you don’t love them enough.
Veronica Mars - Of Vice and Men

For thousands of years, sailors have looked at the stars to understand where they are, as oceans move beneath them, they take comfort in the fixed mark of the North Star. But, here below, nothing ever stops moving. Mass attracts mass. Bodies moving towards each other in space will speed up as they get closer. The gravitational pull between two bodies becomes stronger, the convergence is inevitable. What we are heading towards and what the outcome of the convergence will be, is unknowable. Man continues to look at the stars for certainty but the only real certainty is that everyday we are alive, our destiny is getting closer and closer.
Jake on Touch

When you look at me, you jump to a particular set of conclusions.
It’s human nature to make assumptions based on appearance. It’s an outdated primal instinct born of our need to quickly assess our sorroundings.
Of course, in this modern era, those assumptions tend to be very wrong and often quite hurtful.
Dr. Spencer Reid; "The Apprenticeship" (Criminal Minds)

The Silver Lining
Gold Leaves

The Silver Lining - Gold Leaves

"It has its costs, learning to see the puzzle in everything. They’re everywhere once you start looking, it’s impossible to stop. It just so happens, people and all their deceits and illusions that inform everything that they do tends to be the most fascinating puzzles of all. Of course, they don’t always appreciate being seen as such." 



Freaks & Geeks Reunion (Vanity Fair)

Freaks & Geeks Reunion (Vanity Fair)


Trust those who seek the truth, but doubt those who say they’ve found it.

André Gide


Many Words, by P. Sebes

Many words have been spoken to you:

I love you. I hate you. I want you. I want you to leave me alone. You’re wonderful. You’re hurtful. You’re true and false. The list goes on as do the owners of the words. The men who have held your hand and walk you through experience. Some short, some long. Now add my name. For here are my words:

You’re a miracle. You’re the eye of the storm. You’re the smell of honey to a bee swarm. You’re Helen of Troy. You’re a young boy’s dream. You’re the feel of a win to a losing team. You’re paradise. You’re a bucket of gold in 1849. You’re that first sip of an exquisite wine. You’re a hole in one on a par five. You’re a light to a Cuban cigar. You’re that first drive in a brand new car. You’re an ambassador of Beauty. You’re a fire amongst frost. You’re the North Star to someone lost. You’re a goddess. You’re food to the poor. You’re a band-aid laid over an open sore. You’re Joan of Arc. You’re a dive in a pool on a summer day. You’re the truth behind “everything will be OK”.

You’re a verse from the bible. You’re a happy shout. You’re a flashlight when the lights go out. You’re a revolution. You’re a poster above someone’s bed. You’re the majority of thought inside my head. You’re a lake in the desert. You’re the antidote to a snake bite. You’re the knock-out blow in the first round of a fight. You’re Queen Elizabeth. You’re a poet’s ink. You’re what makes philosophers think. You’re the birth of Venus. You’re remnants of a fallen angel. You’re the warmth of lovers’ limbs tangled.

You’re god’s magnum opus. You’re the chemistry of candy on a kid’s tongue. You’re the burn of nicotine to a smoker’s lungs. You’re Juliet. You’re the relief of stillness after an earthquake. You’re the joy that sorrounds a birthday cake. You’re Magdalene. You’re the sight sore I seek. You’re the feeling of lips on a lonely cheek. You’re inspiration. You glow.

And I want you to know that to me you are ideal. Perfect. Surreal. And to you, my love, I will always kneel.   


“When a man walks into a room, he brings his whole life with him. He has a million reasons for being anywhere, just ask him. If you listen, he’ll tell you how he got there. How he forgot where he was going, and that he woke up. If you listen, he’ll tell you about the time he thought he was an angel or dreamt of being perfect. And then he’ll smile with wisdom, content that he realized the world isn’t perfect. We’re flawed, because we want so much more. We’re ruined, because we get these things, and wish for what we had.”

When a man walks into a room, he brings his whole life with him. He has a million reasons for being anywhere, just ask him. If you listen, he’ll tell you how he got there. How he forgot where he was going, and that he woke up. If you listen, he’ll tell you about the time he thought he was an angel or dreamt of being perfect. And then he’ll smile with wisdom, content that he realized the world isn’t perfect. We’re flawed, because we want so much more. We’re ruined, because we get these things, and wish for what we had.


A friend of mine has a theory, and I think it’s right. Which is that, he says, everybody knows everything in the world at twelve. That’s their high point, they’re the Buddha.
And you can see things with a clarity and a precision that after then you spend the rest of your life trying to recapture
John Cusack (From ‘Inside the Actors Studio’)

You’re going to have a lot of first kisses. You’re going to want it to be special, so you’ll remember.
It’s where you go from being a stranger to knowing someone. And every kiss with them after that is a shadow of that kiss.
(Betty Draper, Mad Men)