a jarful of light

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[jarlight-blog]

Do you hear the people sing Lost in the valley of the night? It is the music of a people who are climbing to the light. For the wretched of the earth there is a flame that never dies, Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

-- Les Misérables

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I spoke to you in cautious tones you answered me with no pretense, but still I feel I've said too much my silence is my self defense.

-- Billy Joel, and so it goes

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You do not want me to answer that, for it would mean peeling back my skin splitting open my chest bones, revealing a heart that still beats though it is half the size it once was. How am I doing, really? Really well on the outside, so that everyone seeing me murmurs, "So brave, so astonishing," while inside I am climbing onto that last bed, spooning my body around yours, and dying even more slowly than you did.

-- Jane Yolen, how am I doing, really

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Tonight as it gets cold tell yourself what you know which is nothing but the tune your bones play as you keep going.

-- Mark Strand, lines for winter

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At bottom, every man knows perfectly well that he is a unique being, only once on this earth; and by no extraordinary chance will such a marvelously picturesque piece of diversity in unity as he is, ever be put together a second time.

-- Nietzsche

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raging weeping for the days love gives then takes away

--- W. S. Di Piero, What's Left

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It’s later than you thought, and what remains but this? to walk out past the raspberry canes barefoot, to drop your sweater on the lawn, to cast off everything along the lane, wade into open country and the rain.

--- Anthony Dunn, it has rained all week

[melonsandmercy]

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; and all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, and the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

—- Sea Fever,  John Masefield 

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You saddle your horse. You must be going. Remember you have friends here as faithful as grass and sky.

-- Jalaluddin Rumi

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... in these ways, deciduous trees scorch themselves spectacularly back to their bare branches, in order to survive the winter and prepare for the resurgence of spring.

-- Robert Macfarlane, in a photojournal/report from The Guardian (newspaper)

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don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought.

Marty McConnell, Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell

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there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.

-- Charles Bukowski, Bluebird

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When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn't make any sense.

-- Jalaluddin Rumi, Untitled

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Words bitten through words meanings burnt-off like paint under the blowtorch

-- Adrienne Rich, Our Whole Life

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Forth, and fear no darkness! Arise! Arise, Riders of Theoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered! A sword day… a red day… ere the sun rises!

-- J.R.R Tolkien, Lord of the Rings (Théoden, King, Lord of the Mark)

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Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.

-- Mary Oliver, The Uses of Sorrow

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and here you stand. heart like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas. heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.

-- Marty McConnell, Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell