What are you doing here between the promised and the forgotten,
Between the hoped for and the imagined?
— Yehuda Amichai, from “Lying in Wait for Happiness,” Poems of Jerusalem & Love Poems (Sheep Meadow Press, 1992)
Friendship is a simple thing, and yet complicated; friendship is on the surface, something natural, something, taken for granted, and yet underneath one could find worlds.
–Jamaica Kincaid, Lucy
Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.
Most people aren’t really happy but they aren’t unhappy enough to do anything about it. That’s a dangerous place to be.
(via Hey Fran Hey)