[theclivechronicles]

Whatever else the human race was made for, it at least was not made to know.

C.S. Lewis / Letters of C.S. Lewis, to his father April 1925 (via theclivechronicles)

[larmoyante]

I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.

John Burroughs (via thursdays-at-the-coffeeshop)

[gnomeschai]

Wallflower vs. Chainsaw

Perhaps I am held back by a fear that they won't like my ideas, of how I'll be perceived. And it's easy to think, "We mustn't care too much for others' opinions," But there's more involved when it comes to penetrating a system that has created a culture.

[gnomeschai]

Not my mother tongue

Dot dot dot... That ellipsis again that falls in between their questions and my answers, Their comments and my comebacks, And their desensitization to my accent.

[gnomeschai]

Natural fortitude

The land is living - Bearing our weight and catching our tears, Steady among the instability on its surface.

[respectfulmemes]

[gnomeschai]

I need this to wear around on a daily basis

[clive-staples]

Of all evils, pain only is sterilised or disinfected evil. Intellectual evil, or error, may recur because the cause of the first error (such as fatigue or bad handwriting) continues to operate; but quite apart from that, error in its own right breeds error — if the first step in an argument is wrong, everything that follows will be wrong. Sin may recur because the original temptation continues; but quite apart from that, sin of its very nature breeds sin by strengthening sinful habit and weakening the conscience. Now pain, like the other evils, may of course recur because the cause of the first pain (disease, or an enemy) is still operative: but pain has no tendency, in its own right, to proliferate. When it is over, it is over, and the natural sequel is joy… Again, when I err, my error infects everyone who believes me. When I sin publicly, every spectator either condones it, thus sharing my guilt, or condemns it with imminent danger to his charity and humility. But suffering naturally produces in the spectators (unless they are unusually depraved) no bad effect, but a good one — pity. Thus that evil which God chiefly uses to produce the ‘complex good’ is most markedly disinfected, or deprived of that proliferous tendency which is the worst characteristic of evil in general.

C.S. Lewis, The Problem of Pain (via clive-staples)

C.S. always knows how to thoroughly blow my mind.

[gnomeschai]

Circular

Pick up the pieces that have been chiseled off yourself that could be on the ground    behind you but maybe disappeared somewhere along the way or were    kicked to the side and rolled down the slopes on the sides of the road and    into the ditches where the contents merely dissolve and decay.

But maybe it’s not as bad as it feels or seems that whoever you thought you    were is not, or maybe you’re just something else for now and you’re    becoming a fuller you, a broader you and maybe someday as you continue    forward you’ll see that the path was somewhat circular - and suddenly you    see those pieces in front of you, not decayed or dissolved but waiting to be    picked up.

[gnomeschai]

Time travel

We walked, and then we walked some more, through ancient pathways and a mosaic of worshippers - each with a version of the story all his own. A cross back-grounded by a glowing green, while not far off a white dome looms, housing inside it black suits and hats, and Sinai’s gift. And we climb above, with mediocre hummus, and with backs against the stone we share a conversation so mixed in all the ages upon which we sit gazing, and smile.

[shhhitsfine]

[gnomeschai]

Wow. This is so me right now...

[gnomeschai]

A haiku, that has been relevant too many times

Sometimes I wonder Why did I have to know you Just to let you go

[gnomeschai]

Running

There’s something good about       profusely sweating Under a hot sun and wondering When will I taste cold water?

Seeing my breaths in front of me Running against cold air that Penetrates until the blood’s flow warms my toes

Attempting to see where my foot Will step on the path marred with gravel and potholes And the stars just aren’t enough

Light.

[showerthoughtsofficial]

English is a difficult language to learn, but it can be taught through tough thorough thought, though.

[dephus]

Saying nothing sometimes says the most.

Emily Dickinson (via thursdays-at-the-coffeeshop)

[shhhitsfine]

[gnomeschai]

Isn’t it obvious - the look in my eyes when we meet? Isn’t it clear - that it’s actually me who wishes to say what’s hidden? before it’s too late Is it not found in my laughter, or the fact that I walk close to you?

Don’t you see that I’m actually the one who’s stuck - behind the barriers of society?

[gnomeschai]

Golden Eyes

There is a kind of man Who stands on mountains, or shoulders         in order to see or be seen.

But there is another kind         with golden eyes Who stays with feet on the ground Who places no emphasis on mountains or shoulders Who sees only others and stays himself          And that is the best kind.