After months of accumulation, I get it all out by chance. I never get satisfying consequences, but disappointing ones. I take a lot of time to comprehend. I remain in denial for a while. I walk the extra mile, or thousand extra miles. I don’t give in. Till a certain time when it all comes clear. When all bridges burn down. I try for the very last time. And when I get the very same result, I don’t get ashamed of myself. I don’t blame myself for being an attachment barbie. I don’t blame myself for acting humanely. At least I know I did all my best. I, instead, come back to my senses and finally give in, for I fully believe it’s all for the better.This time has come. And I’m glad it finally did.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby(via bettertobequotable)
Breathe, Dr. Yang. Don’t be crass. You’re skulking. Women of your generation are graceless. It’s an affront to nature. Mediocre surgeons will see you and feel themselves wilting in your shadow. Do not shrink to console them. Do not look for friends here. You won’t find them. None of these people have the capacity to understand you. They never will. If you’re lucky, one day when you’re old and shriveled like me, you will find a young doctor with little regard for anything but their craft. And you’ll train them like I trained you. Until then, read a good book. You have greatness in you, Yang. Don’t disappoint.
Grey’s anatomy, Beautiful Doom <3
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Breathe.Your soul is not to drown, but to go back to the shore. Dance. Even if you stumble, you are still moving forward. Shine.Your intellect is dust-covered; in need of a prompt sparkle. Endure. Life’s twists and turns are scarier than a roller-coaster ride; yet invariably secured .Rise above. It was never worth the age-old art of over-thinking and self-sabotage. Rest.Your mind deserves it.
She is of a broken home. Her family’s portrait no longer sits comfortably within a photo frame. She demanded renewal, but no one acted upon. Believed, yet distrusted. She’s blown over in their contentment, yet blamed in their despair. She beheld acrimony for years to come. She wore her necklace of thorns as she mourned the days gone by.
She pleaded a thrive and paved the road for revival. Days passed by to witness her blossoming, to dispel the darkness out of her days. A reverie no one appraised. She has grown her wings and ran off with a little perfect ray of sunshine. But as she started to fly, she slowly cascaded. The past years of sorrow carved a mark in her life that shaped her downturn.
To distrust and denial her people are, again, resilient. They are splaying apart with the tremendous desire to prove one another wrong. It is their main concern ,and her main hindrance, for the future. They don’t mind wrongdoing as long as it is for their significance. Never yet for her pursuit. She has escaped out of their memories long ago. She prays to move beyond the broken home paradigm, to lift the grey cloud that shadows her life. So that when she is disheartened, she lands on a perch. But never again to collapse.
Your heart believes that you are forever entrapped in what has already passed. Your mind clings to the memories, even the painful ones, refusing to let them go. You can sense the outplacement of revelry and the restoration of sorrow in your daily acts. You try. You fail. You keep trying ; far beyond the first try. You give in; you eventually forgive. You grasp yourself letting go without even noticing. I forgive you.
Stop thinking of how good the past ought to have been and accordingly, where better place you could have been today, stop worrying about what the future will bring and where it will take you, because the thoughts of yesterday and worries about tomorrow are nothing but shackles that hold you…
One of my life-goals is to be able to eradicate sexual harassment from Egypt, in all its forms. I am really enthusiastic about this picture and very impressed that some people are finally taking some action. What we need is to get to the people in the street though, because the internet community is probably aware of this problem by now. We need to reach the other classes of people who actually represent the majority of the harassers. I suggest that each of us prints this photo and puts it in his/her street. If we all do that, well, we can’t guarantee that things will change from the first day, but we will make sure every person is aware that this is a problem. It is a crime.
You are either too optimistic that all you can perceive is a bright future, or too pessimistic to look forward to anything and can barely keep the hope alive. You either want to stay and make a change, or you wish it was that easy to runaway and leave the entire burden on your shoulders behind. You are either tremendously content or proud for winning a football match, or awfully distressed of the hardships we’ve been lately going through. Your feelings to the motherland are extremes; you can never catch yourself as an intermediate. With all the highs, all the lows and the few things in between; you’re a pure Egyptian.