We accept the love we think we deserve

If you want to know why I haven't been blogging much, this pretty much encapsulates it.

I wish I had the time to sit back and relax and take it all in by writing it all down. That last sentence could have probably done with a few commas - but then it would no longer be an accurate representation of how it all went down in my head.

For those who didn't click the link above, let me put it this way: life is good. I mean, really good.

But if there's one thing that's been hovering around my mind recently, it's the following. Taken from The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky, it goes:

It got me thinking about frienships and relationships. How we let people treat us is a reflection of our own self-worth. People who don't think they deserve better, stay. People who think they do, attract the kind of people who will.

Love, Noeline

xox

P.S. If I'm MIA on here I'm probably active on my tumblr - gathering inspiration from quotes by literary gods and hipster photos. So check it.

One Day

When a book is so good you never want it to end. "One Day" by David Nicholls is one of them. I recommend everyone to read it if it's the last thing you do!

Some of my favourite quotes:

- As soon as she'd met him at the arrivals gate on his return from Thailand, lithe and brown and shaven-headed, she knew that there was no chance of a relationship between them. Too much had happened to him, too little ha happened to her.

- "I got to know you. You cured me of you."

- They're dancing together now, sucking in their cheeks and grinning at each other and once again Dexter is struck by how easily conversation can be when no-one is in their right mind. In the olden days, when people only had alcohol to fall back on, talking to a girl would involve all kinds of eye-contact, the buying of drinks, hours of formal questioning about books and films, parents and siblings. But these days it's possible to segue almost immediately from 'what's your name?' to 'show me your tattoo,' say, or 'what underwear are you wearing?' and surely this has got to be progress.

- She drinks pints of coffee and writes little observations and ideas with her best fountain pen on the linen-white pages of expensive notebooks. Sometimes, when it's going badly she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just a fetish for stationery. The true writer, the born writer, will scrabble words on scraps of litter, the back of a bus tickets, on the wall of a cell.

- Suki is the nation's ideal girlfriend, a woman for whom bubblines is a way of life, verging on a disorder.

- Self-pitying, self-righteous, self-important, all the selfs except self-confident, the quality that she had always needs the most.

- In the supermarket on Nicolson Street they shopped for a picnic, both a little uncomfortable in the strangely domestic rite of sharing a shopping basket, both self-conscious about their choices; were olives too fancy?

Love, Noeline
xox

Highly Recommended

"Anything could be true. The law of gravity was nonsense... 'If he thinks he floats off the floor, and if I simultaneously think I see him do it, then the thing happens... It doesn't really happen. We imagine it. It is hallucination.' He pushed the thought under instantly. The fallacy was obvious. It pre-supposed that somewhere or other, outside oneself, there was a 'real' world where 'real' things happened. But how could there be such a world? What knowledge have we of anything, save through our own minds? All happenings are in the mind. Whatever happens in all minds, truly happens."

Love, Noeline
xox