Sarah Noffke Quotes

There are two types of humans in this world: those who function so they can get something and those who function so they can give something.

No one ever told me how sorrow traumatizes your heart, making you think it will never beat exactly the same way again. No one ever told me how grief feels like a wet sock in my mouth. One I’m forced to breathe through, thinking that with each breath I’ll come up short and suffocate.

Taking a risk to survive isn’t that impressive. Taking a risk to be happy, that takes guts.

You don’t want to wake up and realize you could have been happy, that the risks would have been worth it, but you dwindled away your chances.

Regret swallows broken men whole. Acceptance builds them anew.

My dark secret is I’ve always wished I was Gatsby. As heartbroken as he was and as horrible a fate as he endured, I admired that he loved. It’s a difficult thing to do.

The longer we confine ourselves to a place the more it imprisons us.

Sometimes the best thing about us isn’t what we’re gifted with, but what we can make others feel just by our very nature of existing.

I’m a heartless optimist. This combination could make me lethal, but mostly it has led to a successful hermit lifestyle.

Unconditional love is something people achieve once they’ve given themselves over completely to someone. Once they’ve decided that no matter what the other person does, they will always love them.

Sometimes not punishing your enemy is the best strategy. What they will do to themselves, after experiencing your mercy, is much more effective.

Rarely does the truth set us free. Usually it chains us to the earth like a ghost.

Sometimes you have to allow yourself to be helpless.

Love, deep and pure, it opens my heart. It feels like a magical force, one I’d fight to protect, one I’d die to keep.

I wouldn’t know what normal people do,” she said, and curled her head down until it was resting on his chest, his heartbeat music to her ears.

I didn’t sell my soul to the devil or dance with her on a clear night. I ran up to the devil and I stole the mask she wore and I’ve worn it comfortably for quite some time.

He was a tornado, changing every second, beautiful and dangerous and unpredictable. But she loved storms. Always had.

One must weather the storm to spy the rainbows.

I think you've been hurt too much from an early age. You were trying to fix the world that broke you. When that didn't work you pretended you weren't broken. But you don't have to pretend with me, because no matter what you do I'll always accept you.

I only ever save you because I can’t live without you. My reasons are purely selfish.

Life is full of magic and if you try and explain it all then you lose the opportunity for bewilderment, which is a beautiful thing – Dr. Dave Raydon

Sometimes you can’t tell people things because you know they won’t hear you.

It’s hard to know someone so well and then meet them for the first time in their new life.

You know, sometimes even when two people love each other the universe still conspires against them, forces them apart.

I’m an anchor and he is the sea and I sink into his tenderness as he presses my hand to his heart.

His eyes have the wrong effect on me. They grind me to a powder and his smile is the breath that sends me in all directions.

It's just like riding a bicycle. If you fall off, it hurts like hell.

Blame is the dumbest thing a person can do. It always puts the control in someone else’s hands. I’m always responsible for what happens to me and therefore I can change it.

The world is dictated by our desires rather than our thoughts. The prior puts the latter in motion.

Denial has rented a room in my head and frequently stomps around slamming doors.

I know how it fees to plead. I know how it feels to wish someone would give you a chance to help them.

People who make mistakes are in the best position to make better choices.

We are humans who make wrong decisions, who act in strange ways, who have freckles and ailments. We are humans who are incredible in both our capacity to love and our resistance to hate. And in our imperfections we are beautiful.

I don’t run from these worries though. I invite each one into my heart and mind. At the doorstep of my emotional threshold I greet them like a perfect host. Each worry tracks mud into my home and dirties the furniture. I grit and bear my houseguests. Their time with me will be short-lived.

If my time loving you has taught me anything, it’s that love grows with every returned smile, every second of communal silence and every word exchanged. Unconditional love is built and when it’s finished nothing destroys it.

Love isn’t governed by logic or understanding. You don’t enter into it like an agreement. It crashes down on you. You wake up one morning and realize the reason you can’t take your eyes off someone is because you’re in love with them.

Is this what normal people do?” he asked. “Do they wake up every day next to someone they love and receive affection?

Nothing lasts forever. Everything is fleeting. And yet, that’s the very reason that life has meaning. When things cost effort to gain and are finite they are of value.

You’re the empire I’d protect. You’re my reason for serving. I want you above all else. You’re my freedom.

He’s incredibly perfect in his very nature of existing. He’s perfect in his uniqueness. He burns so bright. So bright at times he hurts my eyes. Makes my heart ache from his grace.

People fight wars for power. But those who win are motivated by love. Never lose sight of that.

He’s my calm in commotion. He’s the rebel smiling when the danger mounts. He’s the guy daring to joke in the face of death.

My heart is kerosene, my mind a match. I’m seconds away from igniting.

Don’t make loss in your life make you a loser.

The belongings people accumulate throughout their lives will always own them. People seem to think if they had more they’d be happier or freer, but their possessions only chain them to the earth.

I can’t let you go. If you leave, I’m leaving too. If you stay, I will. Hell, if you march into your father’s house I’ll be right behind you, because I’m absolutely, terrifyingly in love with you.

There’s no reason anyone should ever feel lonely when there’s love everywhere. There’s no excuse for talented people to trudge through life. And if we weigh down our children, the very source that makes the stars blaze in the sky, then we may wake to realize we’ve lost something irretrievable.

When a heart breaks a substance spills out like cement and pours through the bloodstream, hardening everything. In time, I know my heart will mend and the rock inside will crack and crumble away. But for now I’m as solid as a column. And alone I stand.

You know I have complete faith in you, but what’s your backup plan if this doesn’t work?” Plato asked. Liv began dissembling the compass. “That’s not how ‘complete faith’ works.

I’m fairly certain God takes notes out of my book. He should. If he knows what’s good for him.

Second chances don’t ever, ever come along. You go and seize them.

Fate has a way of finding us even when we hide.

Nunca me he considerado normal, pero sólo ahora me doy completa cuenta de lo extremadamente anormal que soy.

And his voice fell away, like it was sucked up by the night, his eyes emptied like the stars had robbed him of his soul.

I know who he is and just what he’s capable of,” I say, seeing his piercing stare in my mind’s eye. “But the way others treat me doesn’t dictate the way I treat them.

He never had anything for all of his life, and regarded being rich as akin to living full time on the moon, but suddenly he felt as though he was the wealthiest man on Earth.

Don’t give people what they want, give them what they need

I ask God all sorts of questions, but only science ever answers back.

What I want and what I have to do are incongruent.

Sometimes you don’t get to be who you are.

His warmth fills the space between my heartbeats. I don’t know what it is about him, but he lures me in so effortlessly and tangles my heart in a net.

The fastest way to heal is to bypass the drama and head straight for the solution.

I don’t want to know the answer, but I can’t live without the truth.

That felt like the right approach, and feelings were as good as gold to him. Logic was the downfall of most men because it took the most important factor out of the equation: emotion.

And although she wasn’t a girl of faith, she somehow always knew if one thing prevented her from doing something it was because something better was in store for her. She trusted life.

Books are full of words and they are the most influential tools in the world. These seemingly innocent things strung together by letters have the power to ignite ideas, to spark a dying motivation, to fuel a passion.

She felt like she’d looked through a window and knew what happiness looked like. It was pure and unadulterated and just on the other side of a distant ridge through a murky window. And still she was closer to happiness than she’d ever been.

She giggled when it was funny and when it wasn’t and when she was about to kick ass. It was just who she was. She didn’t laugh to cover nervousness. It was because she found most things in life to be strangely awesome and absurd at the same time.

Tears ache in my throat and each time his lips caress mine I’m closer to the dam within me bursting open. He’s undoing me, tearing out my demons with burning strokes of his lips and the salty taste of his mouth. In his arms, I’m changing, becoming anew.

I’m not in a position where I can blindly allow myself to be manipulated. I’m a robot who has awoken to the realization that I’ve been damaged so I can’t perform, so I can’t take my rightful place within this society. And I don’t want to be damaged anymore.

You know, most wake up constructing their world from what they experienced the day before. When we look out expecting what we’ve always gotten, then that’s exactly what we get. But if we want something new, then we have to regard life with fresh eyes, ears and a mind open to possibilities.

A show at the circus was an organic being. It was created by real ingredients, real people. It sometimes evolved and sometimes regressed. It lived and it died. Each show, each day, was alive for a brief period of time, like a human. And then as the audience exited the big top the beating heart of that show slowed until it was no more.

It’s good that people get to be human. They get to fuck up and hurt each other. And have broken hearts and then seek to find ways to mend things. People get to evolve. They get to figure out how to change so they don’t lose people in their life. Who are we when we aren’t allowed to screw up? We are fucking lemurs who live no real lives.

Right. I sort of don’t know what to say to the blatant prejudice, so I’ll just bid you both farewell,

Enjoying things the way they really are is an art form,

Apparently, petting the pretty magical kitty is off limits,

Liv counted down from ten, picturing herself riding an elevator down. It was a technique she often used to get to sleep.

Today we remember the man who brought magic back to this world by lighting a spark in all of you. You are all his legacy. You are the magic of Vagabond Circus.

Love is really the most beautiful show. It can’t rehearsed. It can’t be planned. It is the product of magic. It is what Vagabond Circus is all about.

And suddenly regret is a capsule in my heart. One that just bursts open.

No one’s life weighs more than another.

Espero hacer algo que conmueva a la gente algún día, tanto si es por su significado como si es por mi entusiasmo por ello.

To delude ourselves into believing we are perfect or that perfection exists at any level is an injustice to who we really are.

What’s the point in having one another if we’re just going to allow each other to die when the time comes?

He had felt their connection like one does a diamond and knows it’s real and unbreakable.

Three things are forever consistent: the passing of time, the rotation of the Earth, and the ringmaster of Vagabond Circus.

The prisoner remains in chains until they realize there aren’t any chains there in the first place…which doesn’t happen if they’re never given sight

Too often my sister talks like this. She doesn’t speak like she’s wise for her age, she speaks wise for any age.

There will never be another Ren Lewis. And that’s why God gave you such impossible talents. Because you were meant to do things humans shouldn’t. That is your talent and your curse.

Why does most of your diet consist of cheese?” Liv opened the bag, inhaling the lovely scent of powdered dairy and spices. “I’m a cheesetarian.” “That’s not a thing,” Plato said dryly.

The audience was ecstatic, leaving the big top with smiles that wouldn’t fade for hours. They had seen what they thought were tricks, not realizing everything about this circus was real.

Vagabond Circus was about change. It moved from place to place, and reconfigured based on available performers. The ringmaster loved that about the circus. “Without change, we are dead,” he often said.

Who are we when we don’t allow flaws in our existence, but people of denial? To delude ourselves into believing we are perfect or that perfection exists at any level is an injustice to who we really are.

He makes me perfect and so very flawed in my love. Makes me realize all the ways I could love him better, but in this moment we are perfect. Reunited. Happy in each other’s arms. Accepting of each other’s stupid decisions.

Hey, if it helps, I believe you can do this,” he offered. She lowered the axe. “Aren’t you scared?” “More than a little bit,” he said with a laugh. “But the best things in life are preceded by fear and usually followed by it.

Most people aren’t happy. They sing songs like they are. Make up cute little stories. Post pics of the rare times when life wasn’t dreadful. Most people are stomaching this whole affair called life. Are these people complainers? Probably. Most are. But they’re also just blokes who’re too afraid to take a risk. So they live lives in a redundant cycle of complacent apathy. Then these people wallow around day after day in their unhappiness. The more you do that, the more you lose sight of the chances you could take to make things better.

The big top deflating symbolized death. The end of another round of shows. The last part of the life of this big top. The same big top would be reborn in another city. It would rise into the air, like the phoenix, but it would never be like this tent, with its backdrop and its smells and its winds.

To Dave a show was an organic being. It was created with real ingredients, by real people. It sometimes evolved and sometimes regressed. It lived and it died. Each show, each day, was alive for a brief period of time, like a human. And then as the audience exited the big top, the beating heart of that show slowed until it was no more.

This was always a poetically sad part of every location to him. The big top deflating symbolized death to him. The end of another round of shows. The last part of the life of this big top. The same big top would be reborn in another city. It would rise into the air, like the phoenix, but it would never be like this tent, with its backdrop and its smells and its winds.

The Vagabond Circus was different than all the rest in many ways and the first was it had no clowns. Not a single red, round nose in the whole troupe. Maybe that was the reason that Dave had decided he’d be the silliest ringmaster in all of history. His job was to lead and move the events of the show along but he was less a Master of Ceremony and more a buffer between the jaw dropping acts.