January 2012
“The leaves of memory seemed to make
A mournful rustling in the dark.”
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“love must be the white in which you bury
everything you cannot bear away”
– John Burnside, from “Treatise on the Veil” (via sketchofthepast)
“Here I sit between my brother the mountain and my
sister the sea. We three...”
– Kahlil Gibran (via whimsicalele)
Iron & Wine, “Faded from the...
“It is an ironic habit of human beings to run faster when they have lost their...”
– Rollo May (via misswallflower)
“As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes.”
– Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale (via blogut)
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
– Rumi (via kingcreative)
“When I go, bury me with nothing but my own skin. I spent far too many days trying to outrun this thing called mine. So if I set myself into your arms would you hold me like the Earth, quietly? I am yours. Give me a field, give me a big sky. A mountain. Give me your mouth. I’m just looking for a quiet place that I could die inside of.”
—Anis Mojgani (via tislaurabelle)
“Tonight snow-haze, moonlight. The moonlight jellyfish itself
is floating before...”
– Poem of the week: Six Winters by Tomas Tranströmer (via quaerere-deum)
“I realize there’s something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they’re...”
– Jeffrey McDaniel (via 18991th)
“I had to go crazy to love you,
you who were never the one”
– Leonard Cohen, “Crazy to Love You” (via mythoftheheart)
“The young watch television twenty-four hours a day, they don’t read and they rarely listen. This incessant bombardment of images has developed a hypertrophied eye condition that’s turning them into a race of mutants. They should pass a law for a total reeducation of the young, making children visit the Galleria Borgese on a daily basis.”
—Federico Fellini...
“Here on this ring of grass we have sat together, bound by the tremendous power...”
– Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
Yo La Tengo, “Our Way to Fall”
Walt Whitman, from "Song of Myself"
“What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children?
They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas’d the moment life appear’d.
All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, ...
Derek Walcott, "Love After Love"
The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, who you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. ...
“It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do...”
– Aldous Huxley, Island (via theuniverseworks)
“We don’t need poets with good grammar. We lack patience for good grammar. We...”
– Wolfgang Borchert (via lonemountaingirl)
Koe Whitton-Williams, "Love"
they were sitting at a table too small for their meals, too close together at a table too small. she said, ‘the only way we can lose, the only way we can lose this game is if one of us tries to win.’
(airwalker via kodistes)
“At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person....”
– Albert Schweitzer (via kingcreative)
“In chaos, there is fertility.”
– Anaïs Nin (via fernsandmoss)
“And throughout all Eternity
I forgive you, you forgive me.”
– William Blake, from “Broken Love” (via euchrid)
“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp,...”
– Moby Dick; Herman Melville (via vashti)
“In dreams we see ourselves naked and acting our real characters, even more...”
– Henry David Thoreau (via d4ybrandbuilder)
