Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.
— Every Last One (Anna Quindlen)
I entered through rows of old live oaks, their branches and twigs hung with a delicate fringe of gray moss, and their dark shining green foliage, meeting and intermingling naturally but densely overhead. The light streamed through and played aslant the lustrous leaves, fluttering, pendulous moss; the arch was low and broad; the trunks were huge and gnarled. I stopped my horse and I held my breath; for I have hardly in my all my life seen anything so impressively grand and beautiful.
— Frederick Law Olmsted, 1856, on seeing the live oak avenue planted by my 7th great uncle at Richmond-on-the-Ogeechee (via georgiangentility)
We’re all susceptible to it, the dread and anxiety of not knowing what’s coming. It’s pointless in the end, because all the worrying and the making of plans for things that could or could not happen, it only makes things worse. So walk your dog or take a nap. Just whatever you do, stop worrying. Because the only cure for paranoia is to be here, just as you are
— Meredith Grey - Grey’s Anatomy (via unspokenwretchedndivine)