It takes courage to love, but pain through love is the purifying fire which...– Eleanor Roosevelt (via alovet)
I’d like to teach you the names of these trees, to confess How much I need to...– Alexander Long, from “Goodbye in Slow Motion with Those Trees Waving Back” (via the-final-sentence)
White-walled and Carpet-warm, You sat in your naked skin On the floor against the bed Smoking camels And I tangled myself in the sheets.
Shut your eyes and see.– James Joyce (via carobni-akord-za-srecu-potreban)
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.– William Blake (via thegardenprinciple)
…the secret for harvesting from existence the greatest fruitfulness and the...– Nietzsche (via sonjia)
A Story About the Body by Robert Hass
A Story About the Body The young composer, working that summer at an artist’s colony, had watched her for a week. She was Japanese, a painter, almost sixty, and he thought he was in love with her. He loved her work, and her work was like the way she moved her body, used her hands, looked at him directly when she made amused or considered answers to his questions. One ...
Matthew Olzmann -- PREVIOUS THEORIES ON THE BODY
First, you thought the body was shackles you needed to break. Each night, you smashed it in a smoky room with Dean on the jukebox and a tumbler of anger in your hand. Next, you thought it was a motel. You were only passing through, able to step out whenever bored. By the time you returned, you figured, the cleaning crew would have straightened up— new plastic cups sitting by the sink. You wanted...
[Above Manhattan, the moon wanes, and the sky turns clearer and colder.]...– Marie Howe, from “After the Movie” (via the-final-sentence)
Anis Mojgani - "Shake the Dust"
This is for the fat girls. This is for the little brothers. This is for the school-yard wimps, this is for the childhood bullies who tormented them. This is for the former prom queen, this is for the milk-crate ball players. This is for the nighttime cereal eaters and for the retired, elderly Wal-Mart store front door greeters. Shake the dust. This is for the benches and the people sitting...
A ship in port is safe, but that’s not what ships are built for.– Grace Hopper
A person’s a person, no matter how small.– Dr. Seuss (via itwassaid)
…the sea’s only gifts are harsh blows and, occasionally, the chance to feel...– Primo Levi (via tantum)
‘There is a charming quality, is there not,’ he said to me, ‘in this silence;...– Marcel Proust, Le Côté de Guermantes, trans. Moncrieff and Kilmartin (via proustitute)
Beware the irrational, however seductive. Shun the ‘transcendent’ and all who...– Christopher Hitchens, author and journalist (1949-2011) (via foughtthebattle)
I’m under water, and it’s dark and clear.– Kjersti A. Skomsvold, from The Faster I Walk, the Smaller I Am (via the-final-sentence)