Your Souls a Bowl of Jokes

Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.

[zdzislawbeksinski-art]

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Zdzislaw Beksinski

[eduardorodriguezcalzado]

Fire Bird / Artist: Eduardo Rodriguez Calzado / Oil on Canvas / 70 x 50 cm. / 2017

Art Legacy Texas

[theliteraryjournals]

I am not good at noticing when I’m happy, except in retrospect.

Tana French, In The Woods (via theliteraryjournals)

[theliteraryjournals]

I felt as if I were dissolving, autumn breeze flowing cool and sweet between my ribs and into my veins, turning me from earth into air.

Tana French, In The Woods (via theliteraryjournals)

[infiniterichesinalittleroom]

Now is November; In night uneasy Nothing I say. I make no prayer. Save us from water That washes us away.

W. S. Merwin, from “Half Roundel,” A Mask for Janus (yale University Press, 1952)

[thelovejournals]

She is oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, and phosphorus. The same elements that are inside the rest of us, but I can’t help thinking she’s more than that and she’s got other elements going on that no one’s ever heard of, ones that make her stand apart from everybody else.

Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places (via thelovejournals)

[zdzislawbeksinski-art]

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Zdzislaw Beksinski

[wordsnquotes]

I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.

Samuel Beckett, Waiting For Godot (via wordsnquotes)

[seriallier]

© Anton Semenov

[seriallier]

© Anton Semenov

[wnq-quotes]

I love you. They’re only three words, but they’re the three truest words I know. And I’ll be saying them to you forever.

Amy Winehouse, a letter to Blake-Fielder Civil

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[wnq-quotes]

I write you awfully dull letters darling, because I get tired and sort of emptied out. And all I have to tell you that I can write is that I love you.

Ernest Hemingway, From a letter dated August 1965

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[wnq-quotes]

You told me mornings were the best time to break your own heart. So here I am smoking your brand of cigarettes for the scent.

Clementine von Radics, Ten Love Letters

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[thequotejournals]

Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

Aurelia Plath (advice from Sylvia Plath’s mother), qtd in Sylvia Plath’s The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via thequotejournals)

[wnq-quotes]

I miss you, my love, and have such a need to see you. Solitude may well be of benefit to me, but how hard your absence is for me! I long for your little face, your voice, your gestures, and your tenderness. I’m quite melting with tenderness for you today — and it’s painful.

Simone de Beauvoir, Letters To Sartre

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[quotemadness]

I think we all just want someone who can see the beauty we can’t see in ourselves. Not someone that romanticizes the mess and calls it beautiful, but someone that walks boldly into our brokenness, sees us spread-eagle in the middle of the wreckage and says that we’re worth salvaging.

Maxwell Diawuoh (via quotemadness)

[artandoddities]

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