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@ethereal-songs
“Oh, I have sown my love so wide That he will find it everywhere; It will awake him in the night, It will enfold him in the air. I set my shadow in his sight And I have winged it with desire, That it may be a cloud by day, And in the night a shaft of fire.”
— Sara Teasdale, “After Parting”, in Love Songs (via antigonick)
“Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”
— Katherine Henson
“You are a minute of quiet in a loud shouting world.”
— Gabriel Gadfly (via qvotable)
“What lies behind anger is grief that demands to be understood.”
— 10/13/20, anastasiasyah (via anastasiasyah)
I don't know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.
— Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit
“Last night I couldn’t sleep and couldn’t sleep just because I wanted so badly to spill over to someone. I feel that I’m cut off from all humankind. I feel like putting my head on your shoulder and weeping from sheer homesickness.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath c. June 1951 featured in Letters Home: Correspondence 1950-1963 (via violentwavesofemotion)
“You don’t meet the people you love, you recognize them.”
― Anna Gavalda, “Life, Only Better” , trans. Tina Kover
“You and I know each other in our bones”
― Kurt Vonnegut, from a letter to Nanny VonnegutÂ
“but everyone had this patina
 of slightly bruised longing, this shimmer of
 I think I knew you when we were children,
 this look of I’ve loved you ever since you
were born
 and probably longer than that”
― Paul Hostovsky, from “Everyone was Beautiful,” Dear Truth (Main Street Rag, 2009)
“He’s been here in my heart before I even knew him. Understand? He’s always been here. Always.”
― Sandra Cisneros , from Woman at Hollering Creek: Stories; “Never Marry a Mexican,”
“You came into my life–not as one comes to visit…but as one comes to a kingdom where all the rivers have been waiting for your reflection, all the roads, for your steps…”
— Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to Véra Slonim (1923), Letters to Véra
“I love you. I feel as though we were never strangers, you and I, not even for a moment.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Mathilde Trampedach
“Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.”
— Robert Brault
“Here when I say “I never want to be without you,”
somewhere else I am saying
“I never want to be without you again.” And when I touch you
in each of the places we meet in all of the lives we are,
it’s with hands that are dying and resurrected.
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever.
— Bob Hicok, Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem
“She said that she had been searching for my eyes in the crowd because she felt as if she were talking to my heart.”
— Audre Lorde, from “Zami: A New Spelling of my Name,” published c. 1982
“Who knows? perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening…”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from You who never arrived (tr. by Stephen Mitchell); Uncollected Poems: 1913–1918
“Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed, and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.”
— William C. Hannan (via qvotable)
“You are worth finding. Worth knowing. Worth loving. You and all your one million layers.”
— Unknown (via qvotable)
“What makes people despair is that they try to find a universal meaning to the whole of life, and then end up saying it is absurd, illogical, empty of meaning. There is not one big cosmic meaning for all; there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person. To seek a total unity is wrong. To give as much meaning to one’s life as possible is right to me, for that is a contribution to the whole.”
— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
“There’s a part of me that’s always grieving the death of people I might have become. And there’s countless of them buried in my soul like a mass grave.”
— 11/05/20, anastasiasyah (via anastasiasyah)
“IX. I did nothing else. I took you as you took unused nature and celebrated it twenty- four times in forests and seas. I took you in the same shiver that inverted the words and left them beyond like open and irreplaceable shells. I took you as a companion in lightning, in awe, in instinct.”
— Odysseus Elytis, excerpt of “The Concert of Hyacinths”,  in Orientations, trans. by Jeffrey Carson and Nikos Sarris (via antigonick)
“IX. I did nothing else. I took you as you took unused nature and celebrated it twenty- four times in forests and seas. I took you in the same shiver that inverted the words and left them beyond like open and irreplaceable shells. I took you as a companion in lightning, in awe, in instinct.”
— Odysseus Elytis, excerpt of “The Concert of Hyacinths”,  in Orientations, trans. by Jeffrey Carson and Nikos Sarris (via antigonick)
“I could have left but I did not. You could have stayed but you did not.”
— fckedupfray (via thoughtkick)
“Speak to me. Talk To me. Break the black silence. Speak of a tree full of leaves, Of a flying bird, the new Moon in the sunset, a poem, A book, a person—all the Casual healing speech Of your resonant, quiet voice.”
— Kenneth Rexroth, excerpt of “Loneliness”, in Sacramental Acts (via antigonick)
Today’s newsletter: * Do we know we are mystery to those that love us, do we understand the layers yet to uncover, the threads that lead to knots that lead to others beyond? We are balls of twine and muscle, sinew and thread, blood and yarn, we coil around ourselves, we wrap tighter when we are pulled. Someone will come, they always come I am here to tell you this truth, someone will walk in with nimble fingers and patience for the dissecting of knot and snarl. Mystery, they will name us, unknowable thing worth investigation and study. Us, we will say, truly us? You, they will say, always you, and they will set themselves to unravelling. * At some point in this endeavor, we will look over with guilt and horror in our eyes, we will stare at the pile of all we wrapped ourselves in, all the discarded extra we collected along the way, nested like flying things, and we will try to offer apology. Unnecessary, they will say, and hold our mess to light like an offering, like a newborn to first light. * Listen when they praise our torn threads and web of all we thought we needed, listen when they call us beautiful. We are ten thousand strings twisted and swirled around one another, we are rope fraying but strong. Someone will come and call us mystery, but they will say these words with light in their eyes. * Someone will come. * You are mystery, and I’m unravelling you. What will uncover? * Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson * Link in bio. (at Link in Bio) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMFVvFylrac/?igshid=hrthy5w4oo0z
“If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor.” - Desmond Tutu
