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“I beg you to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)

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“Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.”

— E.E. Cummings

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serena crane, prescription for lilies

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“I, too, remember the feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.”

— Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of The World (via ontheedgeofdarkness)

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The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs — Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Gerard Manley Hopkins, from “God’s Grandeur,” in Poems and Prose of Gerard Manley Hopkins

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I want to think quietly, calmly, spaciously, never to be interrupted, never to have to rise from my chair, to slip easily from one thing to another, without any sense of hostility, or obstacle. I want to sink deeper and deeper, away from the surface, with its hard separate facts. To steady myself, let me catch hold of the first idea that passes ...

— Virginia Woolf, The Mark on the Wall" in "Two Stories" (Hogarth Press, July 1917) (via The Hammock Papers)

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Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden

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Inka Williams

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To be as natural as a tree, how it spreads its needs like layers of leaves, and feels, through the peaceable night and the storm, a universal sap flow through its hands.

Anna de Noailles, “La Vie Profonde,” from Coeur Inombrable