Liquid Light and Running Trees

A Collection of Thoughts (instagram: embracinghour)

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Oh gosh. 5 months? Thats how long I’ve been off? My goodness.

In my defense I now have two babies instead of one 🙂

Hope all is well on your end. Will post more quotes soon.

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Elegance is a discipline of life.

Oscar de la Renta

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Is this really the world? Shall I grieve? Shall I hope?

Adonis, tr. by Khaled Mattawa

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The moon, also, is merciless.

Sylvia Plath, Elm

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Imperiously serene, lunar and ethereal.

Michael Cunningham, Ever After

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She adored all beautiful things in their every curve and fragrance, so that they became part of her. Day by day, she gathered beauty; had she had no heart (she who was the bosom of womanhood) her thoughts would still have been as lilies, because the good is the beautiful.

J.M. Barrie

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The humblest tasks get beautified if loving hands do them.

Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

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Don’t say you were a bit confused and sort of tired and a little depressed and somewhat annoyed. Be tired. Be confused. Be depressed. Be annoyed. Don’t hedge your prose with little timidities. Good writing is lean and confident.

William Zinsser

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The night undressed us (I counted its pulse)

Ilya Kaminsky, Dancing in Odessa

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Barefoot. And with rose petals in your hair.

Patricia A. McKillip, Winter Rose

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I’m morbid and loving. You made me.

Analicia Sotelo, My Mother as the Face of God

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We yearn for the beautiful, the unknown, and the mysterious.

Yohji Yamamoto

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I am always in too many worlds,

Ada Limón, Sometimes I Think My Body Leaves a Shape in the Air

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People often judge the level of a civilization by the amount of paper it uses. That, however, is simply a matter of volume, not quality. Quality is how the heart and soul of a civilization should be measured. How can bad paper and high civilization possibly be bedmates? One can gain a glimpse of the quality of a people’s life by the kind of paper they use for writing letters, for literary works, and for various other tasks. Paper should not be deprecated. To do so is to deprecate beauty itself.

Soetsu Yanagi, The Beauty of Everyday Things

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I could not stop wasting time. It was crazy. I wanted to do something with my life, but instead I went to sleep, or sung in the shower, or sat and stared at the wall. I couldn’t even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn’t talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence.

Yiwei Chai, The Jacaranda Years

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Each day we are becoming a creature of splendid glory or one of unthinkable horror.

C.S. Lewis

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I burn, consumed; and resurrect, half-slain.

Vita Sackville-West, Solitude