Quotes by C. JoyBell C.

Some people walk through a hallway with covered mirrors– the hallway is lined with mirrors but there are blankets covering each of them. They go through life believing in an image of themselves that isnt real, and an image of themselves standing in the world and relative to the world, that isnt real. If you happen to be in that hallway and pull the blankets off the mirrors, theyre going to think that youre hurting them; but theyre actually just seeing their reflection for the first time. Sometimes the most horrendous thing a person can see, is all the hidden things inside them, the things theyve covered, the things they choose not look at. And youre not hurting them, youre setting them free.

When you walk into a chocolate store, suddenly the most difficult decision you will ever have to make in your life, is which chocolates to pick! It is pure torture! Especially when you are in Belgium surrounded by Belgian chocolates!

All I really, really want to do is find a very, very fine chocolate store that I can walk into and then figure out how in the world one manages to pick out just a few chocolates out of all those very many chocolates! If I am one day able to walk into a fine chocolate store and know for certain which chocolates I want, when that happens, I will believe myself to be accomplished!

People have many cruel expectations from writers. People expect novelists to live on a hill with three kids and a spouse, people expect childrens story writers to never have sex, and people expect all great poets to be dead. And these are all very difficult expectations to fulfill, I think.

Ive always liked Belgian waffles, but I must say, I didnt think I would one day be having Belgian waffles in Belgium! I just sort of POOF found myself there and there I was with a gigantic Belgian waffle in my hands, standing on a sidewalk in Belgium!

You will manage to keep a woman in love with you, only for as long as you can keep her in love with the person she becomes when she is with you.

Women waste so much time wearing no perfume. As for me, in every step that I have taken in life, I have been accompanied by an exquisite perfume!

I come across too much material on how to make a man want you, how to make a man commit, how to make a man finally pop the question, how to make a man take you seriously, how to get into a mans emotions. And I laugh. My dear fellow women, enough! Do not busy yourselves with such things! Instead, fall in love with yourself!

Its easy to make me laugh, you can make me laugh, anyone can make me laugh, but that certainly does not mean you can make me do anything.

We cant be afraid to change. You may fell secure in the pond that you are in, but if you never venture out of it, you will never know there is a such a thing as an ocean, a sea. Holding onto something that is good for you now, maybe the very reason you dont have something better.

I think that positivity— real positivity— is like the butterflies. The whole essence of the butterfly: caterpillar, cocoon, winged creature. When I look at a butterfly, I not only see a winged beauty, but I also see a strong beauty! A mind that decided: Im going to become better, Im not going to be afraid of the dark, Im going to roll myself up in this thing that I am and I will come out winged and colourful. A butterfly can never become a butterfly unless the caterpillar realises that it needs to become one. This, to me, is true positivity. I dont like what others do— the way they paint on colours and tape on wings. I like what the caterpillars do. They truly BECOME.

Life begins when we get tired of our own bullshit. We must all get bloody tired of our own bullshit, in order for our lives to begin.

Who we are is who we ACTUALLY are. Its never who we create in order for people to see. You might really hate who you actually are, so then you create a sub-genus type of yourself for other people to see. But that never changes who you are. The sub-genus type wont change your genus. The only way we change who we are is by looking at ourselves in the mirror long enough to make us vomit over our disgusting waywardness and long enough to fall in love with our strengths. But you cant just fall in love with your strengths. You also need to vomit over your hypocrisies and all of your other bullshit. And you cant just vomit, either. You also have to clean it up and embrace yourself afterwards. This is how you change your genus.

Beauty without grace is like a fish far displaced from the water and looking at this kind of beauty is like watching that fish die right there on the cement in front of you.

Today, young girls measure the quality of their beauty based upon its entertainment value. The more people are entertained by their beauty, the more beautiful they think they must be. This is very unfortunate and I would like young girls to know that their beauty is a crown; not a clown. And crowns are best worn with elegance and serenity.

Dear young woman, do not place your sense of beauty and self worth, upon the plastic pedestal called what other people say to you, what other people think about your photo, how many likes your pictures get, how many guys tell you that you look sexy, how skinny can you be?. A plastic pedestal that is but the dismal shadow of the real one. Dear young woman, place your sense of self worth and beauty upon the Roman marble pedestal that will exist even when all other people are no longer there. If you were the very last person on this planet, you should still be able to know within your heart that you are worthy, you are beautiful, you are wanted. Even if you become the very last person on Earth, you should be fully wanted. Want yourself. Know yourself. See yourself as beautiful, see yourself as worthy.

Just because a person is attractive/beautiful, this does not mean it is okay to villainize them. We always say that we cannot judge a person from the outside (doesnt matter if they have a handicap, are ugly, have a deformity, etc.). But this must go both ways. It also does not matter if someone is beautiful, attractive and happy. That also does not make it okay to judge them, to villainize them. There is a double standard when it comes to whom people choose to be good to, and this double standard is wrong. The outward appearance, both the grotesque and the beautiful, must not be basis for kindness and for cruelty.

Today, I saw an owl with broken eyes. A blind owl with eyes that look like a dark night filled with bright stars. I used to think that no one could really love a person so broken in so many places. But the broken owl has two eyes filled with a starry universe, and thats when I realised, that you can be loved for your brokenness. Not just despite it. It only takes someone who knows what a starry universe would feel like. Broken is beautiful, too. And sometimes even more beautiful.

A broken soul is not the absence of beauty, but a cracked and torn soul reeks of the sweet incense it contains.

And at that moment, Thibaut knew he was a murderer. He had murdered his brother that night; he had taken away his brothers soul.