Now while the blood is hot you should make your way with vigour to better things.
— From Seneca’s On The Shortness of Life (via thatkindofwoman)
You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way.
If I don’t wake up smiling, I always make time to sit with a cup of coffee and write and consider the worth of the world until I feel pleasant enough to be part of it again.
Gracious, soft-voiced girls, who were brought up on memories instead of money.
— F Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace (via thatkindofwoman)