Quotes from a novel ~ Fearless (Ruin 2.5)

You know how you read a novel , and suddenly you have much more better vision of life , the effect it has on you that not even thousand of lectures or workshops had on you , & the urge to implement it in your life…

“Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly — they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.”
― Aldous HuxleyBrave New World

So here are the quotes from this novel : Fearless by Rachel Van Dyken

“The human heart beats around one hundred thousand times a day. It pumps over two thousand gallons of blood through over sixty miles of blood vessels in any given twenty-four hour period. The physical greatness would be staggering enough, given those facts. But the emotional capacity? Words can’t explain. Doctors can’t describe why certain parts of your heart react to anger, sadness, joy, and love. Why, when you laugh, your heart laughs with you. When you cry, your heart breaks for you. But the most amazing fact of all? How easily we give our heart away even with the knowledge that in another person’s hands you are the most vulnerable you will ever be. “—Wes Michels

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“A love so deep. A love so wide. A love so extravagant—that even death wouldn’t deter me from an eternity by your side. Can you imagine that type of love, Kiersten? Can you fathom it? Well, can you?”—Wes Michels

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“The type of love that makes you want to laugh out loud—scream a bit—run in circles—and then repeat? Yeah that’s how I felt about Wes. Totally. Out. Of. Control. Giddiness.”—Kiersten

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“Plato believed that reasoning originated within the brain, but passion? Passion originated in what he called the fiery heart. Separate from all logic—fueled by blood, driven by passions. I for one, completely side with Plato, how else could I explain the way she made me feel? It went against logic. It went against life. Against death. It was transcendent.” —Wes Michels

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“It’s funny, we all have hearts, but do we ever truly listen to them? 

How often do we hear our hearts and stop to appreciate the fact that it’s been beating solid, strong, for our entire lives? God willing, your heart never stops until you finally die. It beats harder when you’re sick, it beats softer when you sleep, it beats harder again when you’re excited, and sometimes it physically hurts when you’re in pain.

Your heart isn’t just a muscle.

Though I’m sure people would disagree with me.

Your heart is everything. Why else would God ask for it first? I mean, why not ask for your mind? Your soul? Instead, God asks for our hearts. Our significant others ask for our hearts. Family…they ask for our hearts. Friends ask for our hearts.

It’s not just a muscle.

I truly believed that the heart stored the essence of everything a person possessed. The human body didn’t start with the brain or the legs…no…when we were conceived…the first thing doctors searched for?

The heartbeat.

When you get married…you don’t just ask for your wife’s hand. The first thing you search for? Her heart.

When you’re sick. The doctor doesn’t ask about your heart—he listens to it.

Seems to me like we’ve had it wrong all these years.

If you have a heart—I guarantee—there’s someone out there who wants it. Who’s searching for it. Who dreams about it.”

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“Funny, how you think you can be totally over something. And then one tiny little thing happens and immediately you’re back to that place. I wondered if PTSD was like that.

You live your life every day, going through the motions, and then BOOM! Something suddenly happens to throw you off kilter and the only thing you want to do is go sit in a corner and rock back and forth.”

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“Just because you avoid something, doesn’t make it disappear. I think we’d like to imagine life works that way. But I’m sure if I went back home…everything would be just how I left it and I’d be bombarded with the same memories, the same regrets, the giant never really dies Kiersten, not until you throw the damn rock.”

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“I wonder how many times we think our lives are over—how many instances we scream at the top of our lungs when things aren’t going our way…how often, do you think, the reason for things not going our way is because there’s a bigger plan we can’t see yet? A bigger destiny we could have never possibly imagined for ourselves? Maybe…we’d be a lot happier, if we were silent more.” –Wes Michels

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“Love is often measured unfairly. People throw the word around so flippantly that society rarely gets a true glimpse of what it means to love something—to love someone so much that it’s the basis for your entire existence. To love someone so much that you’d be willing to trade places—even in death. Well, I can’t imagine a stronger type of love than that of sacrifice.”

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“We complete our lists together, we complete our life together. This is what we have to look forward to. Blank pages just waiting to be filled with our story. And the cool part? We don’t know what’s going to happen, but I can make a promise to you right now. Your hand’s going to be in mine the entire time. Kiersten, I swear to never let you go. Through sickness, through health, through happy times, through sad times. I’m yours.” – Wes 

…I could have lost my faith in that moment, instead I chose to believe that I couldn’t control the outcome and just trusted in the hand that was holding mine. Sometimes that’s all we have. A hand.

But most the time.

If we’re being completely honest with ourselves.

It’s all we really need…

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“Our steps define us—whether they take us in the direction towards what we want the most—or away from what we love. Our entire lives are based on steps and stages. Funny thing, feet. You control them. –Kiersten Michels”

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“When you hear bad news it’s like a literal punch to the stomach—no seriously, your body will create a physical response to your emotional trauma. When you’re heartbroken—you’re chest will actually hurt. Doctors believe that it’s possible to die from heartache, kind of makes you wonder the opposite right? Take for example a heart that’s so full, so alive, so vibrant, so—overjoyed, that it decides to skip a beat, pump a little bit longer, a little bit harder, a little bit…more than the way it was created to be. I think that’s my heart—No I know that’s my heart. When I see Kiersten. My heart is the opposite of broken—it’s full.”—Wes Michels

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Skin. Just touching his skin, feeling his warmth, incredible how much it made me want to weep. Like, actually fall down on the ground and sob my eyes out because by touching his skin, by feeling that warmth, I knew he was alive and by knowing he was alive, I realized…being married to him? It was totally real. Funny, how sometimes we need to keep touching things so we know they’re real—even better? That I’d spend the rest of my life touching him, touching Wes Michels. And every touch would remind me, that blood flowed through his veins, that his heart beat strong, that it beat in perfect cadence with mine. —Kiersten

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“The battle is in your head. The minute you start giving power to those thoughts you’ve already lost. Fear wins. Don’t let fear win, Kiersten. Love—our love—it can’t flourish where fear is present. Do you get what I’m saying?” 

More tears, and then a muffled, “No.”

Chuckling, I squeezed her harder. “This could be my last night on this earth. I could choose to be afraid and hole up in a hotel room or I could live. Remember you always have a choice. Don’t let your mind cripple what your heart already knows to be true.

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Emotions are a funny thing. They drive us to either make good or bad choices, they can either make our day or ruin it. Emotions for the most part cant’ be trusted because a lot of times, they help us justify our own bad behavior. They allow us to stay mad at someone, to take offense, to keep forgiveness at bay because we’ve been hurt or are still hurting. That’s why, I can honestly say, when I look at Kiersten? It’s not my emotions speaking—but my heart. Because the heart is pure in its pursuit—whereas your emotions can cause you to stumble. Why in the hell would I want to stumble in the race towards owning every part of her soul?”—Wes

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“Love is beautiful. A gift from God. I think it’s sad, how easily we throw around the word without actually understanding the sacrifice behind its meaning. Love in its definition isn’t about a strong feeling towards someone, but an action. If people truly understood what it was—our world would be changed. Love is sacrifice, it’s holding someone’s hand even though you know they can’t feel it, like Gabe did with Kimmy. Love’s watching someone lose all their hair, and still finding them to be the most beautiful person you’ve ever come across. Love is more action than feeling…Love, isn’t just the way Wes looks at me, but the way he serves everyone around him as if he is nothing—and they are everything.”—Mrs. Weston Michels”

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“The thing about memories? They store in your brain. You can go a lifetime thinking you’re totally fine and then boom, something triggers said memory and all of a sudden you’re in the fetal position. My memory had always been really good—something I hated about myself because right now, I really, really wanted to have amnesia. —Lisa”

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And ending it with my own words … you should chase your dreams , fall in love head over heels coz there is no point in loving with half heart , don’t let the world deicde your fate , and smile coz you are worth it … you deserve happiness … live life to fullest .

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Weekly Photo Challenge: JOY=FRIENDS

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We make many friends

Some become Dearest
Some become Special
Some We Fall in Love with
Some go Abroad
Some change their cities
Some Leave us
We Leave some
Some are in contact
Some are not in contact,(n)Some don’t contact because of their ego,
We don’t contact some because of our ego
Wherever they are
However they are
We still remember, Love, Miss, Care about them because of the part they played and JOY they brought in our Lives…!!

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Carefree ~ Bunking College …

“I’ve learned one thing, and that’s to quit worrying about stupid things. You have four years to be irresponsible here, relax. Work is for people with jobs. You’ll never remember class time, but you’ll remember the time you wasted hanging out with your friends. So stay out late. Go out with your friends on a Tuesday when you have a paper due on Wednesday. Spend money you don’t have. Drink ’til sunrise. The work never ends, but college does…”
― Tom Petty

This week’s theme reminds me of my carefree years of college , the lectures we bunked , the partys we had fun , the teasing & silly fights , all those fun times , its difficult to choose from such million memories and thousand photos , so I let my heart pick this three photos randomly …

There in the middle is a girl who couldn’t pose , as her friend was deliberately trying to ruin her pic
lolz… that girl is me & the guy in the full zoom is the one who is trying to click with his stretched hand,
even though I insisted to call upon waiter to get capture the pic… evrything going on is so wrong
yet a beautiful memory has been captured
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This one is when we jumped from the college walls, as we were not allowed to go beyond the campus ground,
yet we wanted to watch the movie … & it was scorching summer so we all covered our faces to protect ourselves from the sun burn
& took off to get a ride … coz we used to come in college buses , and so now we had to find a way of our own

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This snapshot was taken inside the movie theatre , yeah yeah , I know its not a good behavior to place your shoes
on the front seat , but cum on , we sometimes lose to keep track of our classy behavior when we are with
crazy friends , all we end up doing is silly things & dts wat college days are for ….

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The Fading Light of childhood ……

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When I was sixteen I dreamt a photograph of balloons in the sky, inflatables of color illuminating the sky with its sheer boldness to be seen. floating up and filling these lungs with helium, breathe in , why don’t you float a little too my dear.

When I was little my favorite bracelet was a balloon tied around my wrist. when the greatest devastation was awakening the next morning to find it at the foot of my bed, lifeless, but still bright. like a tease that maybe it could still make it and fly and I would stand on top of the bed and drop it, watching the descent back down. and it would bounce softly a few times, a delicate loss it was.

Sometimes it’s nice to pull the covers over yourself and hide from the world for a while, sometimes you don’t want to be seen. You don’t want to be bold. The thoughts inside begin to explode like balloons that go off in the sky but we never see that part of the story.

When I was little I would wave them goodbye, say hello to the moon for me.

It is difficult to turn around once you turn on yourself. Sometimes we try and try knowing that it is not our hardest and we do not know why we hold back from the world. maybe in the end there looms catastrophe so we leave a little behind. you can get really close to the edge and still fall over. we have seen our train wreck in the eyes of others. it is not a look that is easily forgotten.

Does a photograph really define a Moment ???


A picture is worth thousand words-
But today when i looked back at those pictures , i really questioned myself ,
Is it ? Does capturing a moment really holds That feeling , that was to be preserved …

Those pictures  elicited a certain kind of response as I was viewing them, a message on the eyes….
As I reviews the photos, though, I realized something. I made a conscious decision in each of these moments to temporarily remove myself from absorbing the experience to stand behind a machine that can capture the moment such that I can share it with others.

The only thing that could capture this experience while simultaneously allowing one to live it is the brain, and like all things, its limitation is that it cannot be easily reproduced for others to enjoy.

Every pic had a story to tell , a memory to cherish , the feeling to behold …..
And it s like a series of incidents that you tried to hold on as long as you could , in a way pausing the life ….

This paradox between living and capturing seems to exist all over the place. And Often times I wonder whether I should really capture it at all versus work to experience it more fully and then have the story to tell.~

I do love looking back at the photos I’ve taken ,And I’ll probably continue to go back and forth as life comes at me, having something to show for what I experience some of the time, and something to tell for all of the rest.

Quote of the day :
In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it. – Emile Zola