– J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
“He might’ve taken my life, but he didn’t break my spirit. No one did, and no one ever will. Don’t let them break you. Don’t let them win. You fight the fight. It’s the only way to be free”
– JM Darhower, Sempre
“Every good, true, vigorous feeling I have gathers impulsively around him. I know I must conceal my sentiments; I must smother hope; I must remember that he cannot care much for me. For when I say that I am of his kind, I do not mean that I have his force to influence, and his spell to attract; I mean only that I have certain tastes and feelings in common with him. I must, then, repeat continually that we are forever sundered:-and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him.”
– Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
Do you believe it is true that everything, and everyone, in this world, is connected somehow?
And you know what is crazy? more often than not, something related to that particular person or thing actually happens afterwards.
I know how this might look like. No they are not “visions” or “prophetic dreams” or anything of the sort. It is just that someone or something suddenly “pops” into my thoughts, for some reason. No clear or vivid details.
Also, I know for a fact that this is not uncommon. It happens to almost everyone, in varying degrees. But most people dismiss it, or do not notice it at all.
Since this mostly happens with people I care about and things I love, I think that when people care so deeply about something or someone, their thoughts become “in sync” with said person/thing.
Now my theory has a second half, but I dare not even write about it. People will think it’s downright ridiculous!
Only when I prove it, will I be able to share it.
“Take care. -If you do not speak-I shall claim you as my own in some presumptuous way. -Send me away at once, if I must go;-Margaret!-“
– Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South
“No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure. Happiness is a glory shining far down upon us out of heaven. She is a divine dew which the soul, on certain of its summer mornings, feels dropping upon it from the amaranth bloom and golden fruitage of Paradise.”
– Charlotte Bronte, Villette
God help me; few things piss me off more than people who keep lecturing me to simply “be happy” as if I like being miserable! But as always; Lucy Snow knows, Lucy Snow understands.