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After love, no one is what they were before.
Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (via wordsnquotes)
What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours—that is what you must be able to attain.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via wordsnquotes)
heavy clouds surround her on certain days, but she has rainbow in her soul, ready to come out when the storm is over.
iambrillyant (via wordsnquotes)
Turn on the audio.
Lord may my incapability to love perfectly point to You, the Perfect Lover, the Only Perfect One.
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Wandering away from Jesus isn’t freedom. It is loss.
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Learning that.
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If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live, or what I like to eat, or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I am living for, in detail, ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the thing I want to live for.
Thomas Merton (via breanna-lynn)
“…though high, I covet to ascend…”
John Bunyan | Pilgrim’s Progress
You can begin as if nothing had ever gone wrong. White as snow.
C.S. Lewis // The Great Divorce (via tblaberge)
Reading, she tells me, is what she does best. She loves it because it uses the whole of her, the right and the left, the hemispheres of reason and imagination. She discovered as a child that a closed book is a darkness anyone can enter, not a scary darkness like a basement or a storm, but a comforting one that wrapped her up neatly inside a world she could control.
Jenny Hubbard, Paper Covers Rock (via wordsnquotes)
You’ll understand why storms are named after people.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via wordsnquotes)