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[ardor-mohr]

“What cannot be said  will be wept.”

— Sappho, Fragments (ca. early 6th century BC)

“What is the source of our first suffering? It lies in the fact that we hesitated to speak….It was born in the moments when we accumulated silent things within us.”

— Gaston Bachelard, Water and Dreams (1942) 

“Words that come from the heart are never spoken, they get caught in the throat and can only be read in ones’s eyes.”

— José Saramago, The Gospel According To Jesus Christ (1991)

[ambientmag]

[oldwinesoul]

“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”

// Robert Frost

[hattoon-f-deactivated20201108]

[touchofthesun]

قيس بن الملوح

[steroge]

A couple embrace on the bank of the Seine in Paris, March 1957*

[teehaytch]

أعوذ بالله من حزنٍ يأكل القلب بصمت

I seek refuge in God from sorrows that rip me apart in silence

[psikonauti]

Yamamoto Masao (Japanese, b. 1957)

Bonsai #4026, 2019

[random-brushstrokes]

Edward Hopper - Night on the El Train (1918)

[stay-close]

I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I'm being drowned by some kind of black wave.

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

[shisasan]

F. Scott Fitzgerald,  The Beautiful and Damned (1934)

[laprincessadelmar]

The analogy that changed lives.

[perriaeyjeve]

[tutta-mia]

Jasper Conran | London

[everything-has-its-own-story]

Music Room in Peleş Castle by Justin Jackson on Flickr.

[amandum]

Teatro La Fenice, Opera house in Venice, Italy

[hedgehog-moss]

“may something comfort you—a mockingbird, a breeze, rain on the roof, Chopin’s Nocturnes, a kiss, or even me—in my chilly kitchen with my coat on—thinking of you.”

— Ellen Bass, from Insomnia (via violentwavesofemotion)