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Grace means that all your mistakes now serve a purpose instead of serving shame.
(via god-breathed)
new moon. new blood. new you.
How I would like to believe in tenderness-
Sylvia Plath, from “The Moon and the Yew Tree,” Ariel ( Harper Perennial Modern Classics, 1999)
O love, how did you get here?
Sylvia Plath, from “Nick and the Candlestick,” Ariel ( Harper Perennial Modern Classics, 1999)
Sometimes, language is the sound of longing.
Simon Van Booy, The Secret Lives of People in Love (via ontheedgeofdarkness)
Have you ever noticed people have a way of noticing what they want? I noticed you. That’s all.
Hiroshima Mon Amour (1959), Dir. Alain Resnais (via wordsnquotes)
The reasonable man adapts himself to the world: the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.
George Bernard Shaw (via observando)
When people don’t express themselves, they die one piece at a time.
Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak (via wordsnquotes)
Lee Crutchley
And now, after nothing and everything, I realize I knew you, and never knew you. Sadly, I continue to look for the you in you.
Dhabya Khamees, “A Truth,” The Literature Of Modern Arabia: An Anthology, edited by Salma Khadra Jayyusi (Routledge, 1988)
The sunset stole time from time itself.
Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (University of California Press, 1990)
Sometimes when I consider what tremendous consequences come from little things…. I am tempted to think…there are no little things.
Bruce Barton (via wordsnquotes)
A contact which is without words and without touch.
Liv Ullmann, from Changing (Knopf, 1976)
Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath.
Eckhart Tolle (via lazyyogi)