I seem to have a disorder where no matter what people say I always hear a food reference. My friend said something like, ‘This is a really nice car,’ and I was like, ‘Did you say birthday cake?’ It sounded nothing like birthday cake but that’s what I heard. Actually, I wouldn’t mind some birthday cake. Or a slice of pizza, for that matter.
|—||Jennifer Lawrence (via jenniferlawrencedaily)|
To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures to people the tree of your life and give it new branches. To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches. To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you. It’s like losing - I’m sorry, I would rather not go on.
|—||Yann Martel, Life of Pi (via afragmentofimagination)|
“To chose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.” Life of Pi, Yann Martel
I saw my suffering for what it was, finite and insignificant, and I was still.
|—||Pi Patel, Life of Pi (via inunchartedwaters)|