Interminable Ecstasy Of Love

Words with soul

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“If someone makes you feel, let them.” - Reyna Biddy

via @qvotable

[philosophybits]

“What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.”

— Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere’s Fan

[langleavpoetry]

[langleavpoetry]

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

via @rupikaurpoems

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

via @extramadness

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“…and as I lay on my back in bed staring up at the blank, white ceiling the stillness seemed to grow bigger and bigger until I felt my eardrums would burst with it.”

— Sylvia Plath, from “The Bell Jar,” originally published c. January 1963

[nazaanin]

“We betray our mother tongues, for the languages of nations that will never fully accept us. We let the strangeness infest our mouths until we forget how to accommodate our original tongues.””

— - mother tongue, f.gabdon 

[quotemadness]

“When your heart is shattered into a million pieces, all you can do is try to keep holding on. You breathe. You try to fall asleep. You try to not think about him.”

— Susane Colasanti

[olearypoetry]

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

Perhaps this brokenness can only be healed by the rhythm of your storm.

Lukas W. // Rhythm of your storm (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

[fantodsdhrit]

vapour

after you leave, i spend time in mausoleums with modern lights; shrouded in fog, sequoias with open scars, daughter of ash and sea—you wreathe marigolds; sadness found you, before i could, buried your heart, you stood on the precipice, to leap, to be fossilised, to empty these bones, that path, sky-clad, naked; dying carnations bother you, with their details, an illustration of insomnia; you are the womb, black blood, your are the door, invisible bird, but you are also—this blooming lily.

[wnq-writers]

You ever just look at somebody and it’s like your soul aches to touch them?

N.M.Sanchez (via wnq-writers)

[quotemadness]

The universe, I’d learned, was never, ever kidding. It would take whatever it wanted and it would never give it back.

Cheryl Strayed (via quotemadness)

[thequotejournals]

Sometimes it was hard to express how much you loved someone. You said the words, but you could never quite capture the depth of it. You could never quite hold someone tightly enough.

Diane Chamberlain, The Midwife’s Confession (via wordsnquotes)

[quotemadness]

Paradoxically, the ability to be alone is the condition for the ability to love.

Erich Fromm (via quotemadness)