vb (tr) : (modern) to conceive an image, particularly of a future possibility; (archaic) to look in the face of, confront

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She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?

Avraham Chaim, Thoughts after The Alchemist (via petitedino)

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I’d rather burn out than rust.
Joan Benoit Samuelson, Olympic marathon gold medalist and two-time Boston Marathon winner (via d-johann-h)

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Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.
 Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle (via stxxz)

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