(via comfortinmystrangeness)

I would like to believe that I was put under a curse by an evil sorceress.

I’d like to believe that for all the harm I’ve caused, I’ve also done some good. Maybe the angels need a sharp sword too.

Miracle on 34th Street

• Kris Kringle: You think I'm a fraud, don't you?
• Dorey Walker: Fraud is a bit too strong of a word.
• Kris Kringle: But you don't believe in me.
• Dorey Walker: I believe that Christmas is for children.
• Kris Kringle: Well your daughter doesn't believe in me, either.
• Dorey Walker: I don't think that there's any harm in not believing in a figure that many do acknowledge to be a fiction.
• Kris Kringle: Oh, but there is. I'm not just a whimsical figure who wears a charming suit and affects a jolly demeanor. You know, I... I... I'm a symbol. I'm a symbol of the human ability to be able to suppress the selfish and hateful tendencies that rule the major part of our lives. If... you can't believe, if you can't accept anything on faith, then you're doomed for a life dominated by doubt.

You have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen.

Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.

Let’s start with this statistic: You are delicious.

(via cuddleology)