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“The earth is not speechless. The trees forgive and outlive terror.”
— Tara Bray, from “Listen” (via weltenwellen)
“She could tell the moon, “move over, and I’ll sit in your place.” ممكن تقول للقمر اتاخر و اقعد مكانك”
— Egyptian expression; used to describe women with a very pretty face. “How did bride look?” “She tells the moon to move over to sit it his (the moon is masculine in Arabic) place.”
“I do not remember in which land you were born. I do not remember from which land I was resurrected. Air and water, and we are flying on a star.”
— Mahmoud Darwish, When You Are With Me (via theperfumemaker)
Mona Sa’udi, from ‘So drunk am i’, Women of the Fertile Crescent: An Anthology of Modern Poetry by Arab Women (ed. & trans. Kamal Boullata)
[Text ID: “So drunk am I with the night, the air, and the trees.”]
“To you I give the moons of every single night.”
— Sara Shagufta (Pakistan, 1954 – 1984), from “How Solitary Is The Moon”, translated from Urdu by Sascha Aurora Akhtar
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“I am the ocean; the earth; whatever dies for you.”
— Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; “The Black Trailor (A Noir Fiction),” (via loveage-moondream)
“Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”
— Ernest Hemmingway
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