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— we are the scientists trying to make sense of the stars within us.






A Softer World: 1010

I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend … I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don’t last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend.
Neil Gaiman, Sandman #48: “Brief Lives: 8”
32 — 11 months agovia & sourcereblog

Meg Waite Clayton, The Wednesday Sisters

But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be recreated - not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.
Rohinton Mistry; A Fine Balance
2661 — 3 years agovia & sourcereblog
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