“What sort of a revelation is that that a man is in love? A man seems to think that whenever he says the word, something will go pop! — that some miracle will be worked, signs and wonders, with all the big guns firing at once! In my opinion…whoever solemnly brings out the words ‘I love you’ is either deceiving himself or, which is even worse, deceiving others.”—Family Happiness by Leo Tolstoy
“Deep in the forest a call was sounding, and as often as he heard this call, mysteriously thrilling and luring, he felt compelled to turn his back upon the fire and the beaten earth around it, and to plunge into the forest, and on and on, he knew not where or why; nor did he wonder where or why, the call sounding imperiously, deep in the forest.”—"Call of the Wild" Jack London
“It is not the way of the Wild to like movement. Life is an offence to it, for life is movement; and the Wild aims always to destroy movement. It freezes the water to prevent it running to the sea; it drives the sap out of the trees till they are frozen to their mighty hearts; and most ferociously and terribly of all does the Wild harry and crush into submission man - man who is the most restless of life, ever in revolt against the dictum that all movement must in the end come to the cessation of movement.”—
White Fang by Jack London
(One of the most amazing authors. I highly recommend reading any one of his books, especially Call of the Wild or White Fang.)
This song says what I’m not able to say or admit to myself. It’s one of those songs that somehow just describes everything I’m feeling and going through. It’s amazing and sad.
He’s growing older and he’s lost it, looking for that place called home. He’s heard about the strength of blood heals the heart when you feel all alone. He’s gotten swallowed up in the dead of night coiled up on the inside, so far he sees no sign of relief. Yeah he’s lived, and he’s died, for his own lies The sober moments give bitter thoughts, drinks to forget life is not his friend. Worst part of him, he’s happy for this. He doesn’t want to end up like his old man, living in a box at the city’s edge, blaming the world for everything thats gone wrong. He’s a casualty of his convictions. He’s lost his center of gravity. There’s a murderer in his dreams, because love, the ones he loves, they always leave. And he wants to believe beyond the horizon there’s a place for him to rest and remember all those crazy things. Yeah he’s growing older and he’s lost it, looking for that place called home. He’s heard about the strength of blood heals the heart when you feel all alone. He’s lived, and he’s died, for his own lies. And somehow he’s pushed on to here.