Do you trust your barber enough to close your eyes during a haircut?

Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

It’s because the door hasn’t been closed yet that the nightmares still find their way in.

That is why it is so important to let certain things go. To release them. To cut loose. People need to understand that no one

I close my eyes to old ends. And open my heart to new beginnings.

But we’re growing into such close friends. Don’t you feel that? I do! And I don’t want it to go away. I want us to

Ahh, I would sound so very prescient if I could say yes, but I’m afraid it was just a hunch. Though I must admit, I

There is not enough night left for us. We have lost our true instincts for darkness, it’s invitation to spend some time in the proximity of our dreams. Our personal winters are so often accompanied by insomnia: perhaps we’re drawn towards that unique space of intimacy and contemplation, darkness and silence, without really knowing what we’re seeking. Perhaps, after all, we are being urged towards our own comfort.
Sleep is not a dead space, but a doorway to a different kind of consciousness – one that is reflective and restorative, full of tangential thought and unexpected insights. In winter, we are invited into a particular mode of sleep: not a regimented eight hours, but a slow ambulatory process in which waking thoughts merge with dreams, and space is made in the blackest hours to repair the fragmented narratives of our days.
Yet we are pushing away this innate skill we have for digesting the difficult parts of life.

I will hold you close and do naughty things to you in the most craziest way.

Let your eyes always be close to mine.

I want to wake up in the middle of the night to pull you closer and know that you are mine forever.

I love you and I wish there is a way you could just see into my soul and find the depth of passion, tenderness and love that holds you closer to my heart than anyone or anything else.

I love you not because of anything you have, but because of something that I feel when I’m near you.

I thought: We are not close enough.
I though: He will not hear it.
I thought: He will hear it and be out so fast that we will have no chance.
I thought: Twenty seconds. I was breathing hard and fast.

Don’t close the book when bad things happen in your life! Just turn the page and start a new chapter!

As a chapter closes in your life, And a new one starts for you, May your years be filled with all the things You’ve been looking forward to!

Let go. And move closer to existence in silence and peace in meditation.

January, we’ve got our eye on you.

When I don’t know where to turn, You always draw me near; when I start to feel alone, I can feel Your presence here, reminding me of everything I ever need to have or be has already found a place somewhere inside of me.

If God closes a door AND a window, consider the fact that it might be time to build a whole new house.

Money can’t buy you happiness, but it can buy you a truck.

I’m…happy to meet you, Hatori. I’m happy that…I fell in love with you. I want to be near you.

Leave me alone…! This is why I didn’t want to be near her. She’s the kind of girl who makes me feel this way. That time too…I wanted to break down and cry. I wanted to run over to her, put my head on her lap, and trust her with my heart, like a child who goes crying home to her mother. I want to complain to her about how unfair this all is, about how weak I am. And I have a feeling she would let me. I think she would accept me. But I can’t do that to her. She doesn’t deserve that. People like me cling to kind people. We seek them out. We leech them dry. That’s why I won’t involve anyone else in this. It’s better if I go it alone. I’ll keep running alone. Nobody has to understand me. It’s easier if they hate me. It’s better if I’m all alone. That’s what I decided, and I intend to stick with it. I decided I wouldn’t cry…

Every closed eye is not sleeping, and every open eye is not seeing.

I want to be Tohru’s best friend. I want to be a best friend that Tohru can be proud of! (internally) That’s what made me want to change. That thought still spurs me on. When I look back now, it’s a little embarrassing. Getting carried on her back, blubbering like a little kid, but it wasn’t for nothing. […] It really is great when you’re not alone. I made it to second year of middle school, met Hanajima, and life became even more fun. I think Kyoko-san was enjoying it as much as we were. But then…her death…that’s a lie, isn’t it? The darkened windows of that apartment – that’s a lie too, right? I loved her. She owed this brat nothing, and yet came to my rescue. She was a softie, but straightforward, and warmer than anyone I’ve ever known. I loved her.

To them…I am the closest thing…there is to God. The one who controls the Zodiac. The Master of their souls.

I never meant to get so close to you. I never meant to fall in love.

That swan is the spawn of Satan. Never get closer to it than we are now.

No one is perfect, but if you drive a Jeep, you are pretty close.

Nothing brings closure to a campaign like opening it up again.

Closure isn’t closure until someone’s ready to close the door.

The ones that hate you most tend to be the people you know.

The higher the truck, the closer to God.

You can’t buy happiness but you can buy a truck and that’s pretty close.

But we knew what could be found out, and in finding out, she had made us closer – the Colonel and Takumi and me, anyway. And that was it. She didn’t leave me enough to discover her, but she left me enough to rediscover the Great Perhaps.

And as I walked back to give Takumi’s note to the Colonel, I saw that I would never know. I would never know her well enough to know her thoughts in those last minutes, would never know if she left us on purpose. But the not-knowing would not keep me from caring, and I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.

Finally, as the sky began to grow light in the morning, I’d feel that I might be drifting off. But that wasn’t sleep. My fingertips were just barely brushing against the outermost edge of sleep. And all the while, my mind was awake. I would feel a hint of drowsiness, but my mind was there, in its own room, on the other side of a transparent wall, watching me. My physical self was drifting through the feeble morning light, and all the while it could feel my mind staring, breathing, close beside it. I was both a body on the verge of sleep and a mind determined to stay awake.

The incomplete drowsiness would continue on and off all day. My head was always foggy. I couldn’t get an accurate fix on the things around me—their distance or mass or texture. The drowsiness would overtake me at regular, wavelike intervals: on the subway, in the classroom, at the diner table. My mind would slip away from my body. The world would sway soundlessly. I would drop things. My pencil or my purse or my fork would clatter to the floor. All I wanted was to throw myself down and sleep. But I couldn’t. The wakefulness was always there beside me. I could feel its chilling shadow. It was the shadow of myself. Weird, I would think as the drowsiness overtook me, I’m in my own shadow. I would walk and eat and talk to people inside my drowsiness. And the strangest thing was that no one noticed. I lost fifteen pounds that month, and no one noticed. No one in my family, not one of my friends or classmates, realized that I was going through life asleep.

It was literally true: I was going through life asleep. My body had no more feeling than a drowned corpse. My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think that my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. Hold tight, I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.

Even if each inch of my body is pressed tightly against your body, I will still tell you to hold me closer.

‘The only chance I had of coming at Prince Justin was to use that curse she’d put on me to get near her.’

‘So you were going to rescue the Prince!’ Sophie shouted. ‘Why did you pretend to run away? To deceive the Witch?’

‘Not likely!’ Howl yelled. ‘I’m a coward. Only way I can do something this frightening is to tell myself I’m not doing it!’

Oh dear! Sophie thought, looking round at the swirling grit. He’s being honest! And this is a wind. The last bit of the curse has come true!

Barbershops – Clean cuts. Close shaves.

No barber shaves so close but another finds work.

In this case it appealed to me partly because it felt close to me in some ways. This is about a confused, bewildered middle class Englishman adrift in smalltown America and that has definitely been me.

People tell me I should be finding “closure” in my grief, but that’s a misconception. My love and grief will never end. I will never fully close the door on my loss.

When the picture is too close to your face you lose the sight, when the future is too close to your face you see the light.