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“A quiet that will never Be silenced—”
— John Cross, from “When the Water in the Skin was Gone,” Staring at the Animal (Tupelo Press, 2009)
“But then it passed, as all things do.”
— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed (via perfectquote)
“A thought, even a possibility, can shatter and transform us.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
“…how I still, sometimes, crave understanding.”
— Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings (via violentwavesofemotion)
Early this morning. Double exposure of Jupiter and the Moon going into the eclipse.
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“All my life I wanted there to be something other than words. That’s what I lived for, so that words would have a meaning, so that they would be deeds also…”
—
Albert Camus, from The Possessed: A Play
(via violentwavesofemotion)
Aleksandr Babarikin.
“…we can see ourselves turning into memories. We are these memories. As of this moment, we’ll remember each other as we’ll remember a distant world disappearing into a blueness more blue than it used to be. We’ll part in the pitch of longing.”
— Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)
“It’s so difficult to speak, so difficult to say things that cannot be said, so silent.”
— Clarice Lispector, excerpt from “As Fast As I Can Type” (April 17, 1971), Too Much of Life: The Complete Crônicas (trans. Margaret Jull Costa & Robert Patterson)
“nepenthe”
— (noun), An ancient greek word, nepenthe is defined as a medicine for sorrow. It is a place, person or thing, which can aid in forgetting your pain and suffering. (via loveage-moondream)
“When I looked around, I saw and heard of none like me. Was I then a monster?”
— Mary Shelley, from Frankenstein
Yoko Ono. A Hole to See the Sky Through, 1971
“…how I still, sometimes, crave understanding.”
— Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings (via violentwavesofemotion)