melancholynotes: “People whom we love are a fire that feeds our lives … But to feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know … That is something still greater and more beautiful because it widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites us with all living beings.” — Pablo Neruda (via paynehollow) yes!
It’s crisper than that. And Real-er too. And so much more- engaging- and Alive. Patience is a kind of understanding. An understanding that transcends the ‘limitations’ of the moment. http://www.ijourney.org/?tid=710
The friend who holds your hand and says the wrong thing is made of dearer stuff...– Barbara Kingsolver (via quotesixty)
melancholynotes: “I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.” — Violette Leduc
crooked tooth: I’m disillusioned. There, I said... →
I’m disillusioned. There, I said it. Add me to the growing list of disenchanted twenty-something Christians all over the place. I am so tired of the lack of transparency and the amount of hypocrisy I encounter every day, and I am so tired of those very same things that I see in myself. I work in…
All The Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas Layin’ In The Sun, Talkin’ ‘Bout The Things...– Shel Silverstein (via melancholynotes)
So much light in the simplest things. Wait patiently; search, hope, dream,...– bleuwire (via melancholynotes)
The truth isn’t always beauty, but the hunger for it is.– Nadine Gordimer (via nathanielstuart) (via booklover)
Love calls like the wild birds— it’s another day. A Spring wind blew my list of things to do…away. My friends are gettin older, so I guess I must be too. Without their loving kindness, I don’t know what I’d do. Oh the wine bottle’s half empty— the money’s all spent. And we’re a cross between our parents and hippies in a tent. ...
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inspiration to keep my hair long while summer is beckoning me to cut it
“Without the love of our parents, sisters, brothers, spouses, lovers, and friends, we cannot live. Without love we die. Still, for many people this love comes in a very broken and limited way. It can be tainted by power plays, jealousy, resentment, vindictiveness, and even abuse. No human love is the perfect love our hearts desire, and sometimes human love is so imperfect that we can hardly...
High Tide In Tucson (1)
want is a thing that unfurls unbidden like fungus, opening large upon itself, stopless, filling the sky. But needs, from one day to the next, are few enough to fit in a bucket, with room enough left to rattle like brittlebush in a dry wind. what does it mean, anyway, to be an animal in human clothing? it’s starting to look as if the most shameful tradition in Western civilization is our...
Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds...– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via quotewhore)
No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be...– from ‘Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories’ by Haruki Murakami (via melancholynotes)
As I sat there listening to my friends play music…Something in me changed, something shifted. I felt even more alive and free as a bird. Sometimes, I have these moments where Ill be somewhere, but then I kinda slip away, time stops and I see myself outside myself. I see the moment, the magic. It feels like a movie, or slow-motion. It feels beautiful and safe. Maybe its the seasons changing,...
It is not easy … to wait. Waiting is what the hunter does, and the poet and the...– Cary Tennis (via irunfrombears) (via quotewhore) (via theseviolentdelights)
: “I find it very difficult to allow my whole life to rest on the existence of another creature. I find it equally difficult, because of my innate arrogance, to believe in the idea of love. There is no such thing, I say to myself. There is lust, of course, and usage, and jealousy, and desire and spent powers, but no such thing as the idiocy of love. Who invented that concept? I have...