February 2012
“You get to have your real, giant, gorgeous life.”
– DEAR SUGAR, The Rumpus Advice Column #97: You Have Arrived At The Fire - The Rumpus.net (via leopoldgursky)
“Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth
like a mermaid of the soil,...”
– Jeffrey McDaniel, from “The Archipelago of Kisses” (with thanks to passade and fleurishes)
“Summer is over and
we part, like eyelids,
like clams opening.”
–
Robert Hass, “Basho: A Departure”
(via the-final-sentence)
“I am well and weaving things
that will eventually change this scene.”
– Robert Adamson, from “The Landscape” (via the-final-sentence)
“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love...”
– Charles Bukowski (via girlwithoutwings)
“There is something in every one of you that waits and listens for the sound of...”
– Howard Thurman (via quote-book)
“The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack of strength,...”
– Vince Lombardi (via creatingaquietmind)
“Celebration when your plan is working? Anyone can do that. But when you realize...”
– “Cold Tangerines” by Shauna Niequist (via julie911)
“Forever is composed of nows.”
– Emily Dickinson (via girlwithoutwings)
“As the tide washed in, the Dutch Tulip Man faced the Ocean.
‘Conjoiner,...”
– Peter Van Houten, An Imperial Affliction (via fishingboatproceeds)
“You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you...”
– John Green, The Fault In Our Stars (via littleroundmirrors)
“It happened all at once: We exited the highway and there were the row houses of...”
– John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
cuethefire:
XIII. The boy behind the gas station counter, he’s got eyes the kind of blue that grows insomniacs and a book behind his back the same way people carry weapons and things that kill. He looks at everything with the shame of a dreamer, and I want to tell him I understand. That on the worst of days I worry about dying a dreamer too, and that failure is a wild, cancerous thing I’ll never...
“I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way (s)he handles...”
– Maya Angelou (via enchanting)
“Natures of your kind, with strong, delicate senses, the soul-oriented, dreamers,...”
– Hermann Hesse (via weissewiese)
“what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.”
– Charles Bukowski, from “How is Your Heart?” (via weissewiese)
“Sometimes we need both hands to climb out of a place. Sometimes there are steep...”
– Anne Michaels (via girlmeetsdream)
girlmeetsdream:
I’ve been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk,
spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve, I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush:
This is it. Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning. What you finally gave up.
We want the spring to...
Nothing is "too hard." Things only seem difficult...
thepocketsizedchink:
If you really want it, nothing is going to stop you from getting it. Nothing is going to be more important than whatever it is you’re reaching for. Pain disappears, but so does the opportunity. If you give up just because “it’s too hard,” then you don’t want it enough. If you’re in pain already, why stop now? You might as well get something out of it. You didn’t put yourself...
“My dearest memories are
Steep stair-wells
In dusty buildings
On dead-end...”
– Charles Simic (via sleepinginthesnow) 