Poetry

Hannah | 20 | Amsterdam | stay beautiful |

[darksheir]

[estrellablogg]

~Daisy ❤️🌼

[loquevienesiendo]

insignificance

sometimes it is good to wake up in the comfort of the realisation and acceptance of the utter insignificance we represent.

[wedge-of-poetry]

Mother used to say that however miserable one is, there's always something to be thankful for. And each morning, when the sky brightened and light began to flood my cell, I agreed with her.

Albert Camus, The Stranger

[flowerytale]

Emily Brontë — Wuthering Heights

[flowerytale]

Gillian Flynn ― Gone Girl

[like-fairy-tales]

By: Jisca

[cybersadbitch]

[wunderfullthings]

Quiet mornings….

[mrs-bingley]

[freelance-philosopher]

“Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a revery, amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the birds sing around or flitted noiseless through the house, until by the sun falling in at my west window, or the noise of some traveller’s wagon on the distant highway, I was reminded of the lapse of time. I grew in those seasons like corn in the night, and they were far better than any work of the hands would have been. They were not time subtracted from my life, but so much over and above my usual allowance… I silently smiled at my incessant good fortune.”

— Henry David Thoreau, Walden

[destinyhayden]

“Maybe you should stop overthinking so much and trust the way life happens. Things change. Every year you grow into someone else. Every year you have the opportunity to start over again and begin to rise and face the world the way that you want to. Take this with you, you’re beautiful human being…don’t be afraid to fail. Don’t be afraid to fall. Don’t be afraid to get your heart broken. Don’t be afraid at all. The fear is in your head. The doubt is in your heart. And regret survives in the memory - that is, if you feed it - if you give into it. So please, before you go…overthinking is a self-inflicting act. it is the suicide, the doubt of self, the tragedy no one understands, It is instant death without lifting a single sword. So don’t give in to it, you know you’re stronger than that and capable of so much more.”

— r. m. drake

[thebookquotes]

I wait every year for summer, and it is usually good, but it is never as good as that summer I am always waiting for.

— Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn; in a letter to Hortense Flexner and Wyncie King

[wedge-of-poetry]

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees—just as things grow in fast movies—I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

[bookaddict24-7]

“I like old bookstores, the smell of coffee brewing, rainy day naps, farmhouse porches, and sunsets. I like the sweet, simple things that remind me that life doesn’t have to be complicated to be beautiful.”

— Brooke Hampton

[quotefeeling]

“I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days. And thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.”

— Unknown

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“The richness of the rain made me feel safe and protected; I have always considered the rain to be healing—a blanket—the comfort of a friend. Without at least some rain in any given day, or at least a cloud or two on the horizon, I feel overwhelmed by the information of sunlight and yearn for the vital, muffling gift of falling water.”

— Douglas Coupland, from Life After God (Simon & Schuster, 2002)