Randombeing

‎Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.

You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful and then you actually talk to them, and five minutes later, they’re as dull as a brick? Then there’s other people, you meet them and think: “Not bad, they’re OK.” Then you get to know them… and their face just sort of becomes them, like their personality’s written all over it and they just turn into something so beautiful.