Which one of you asked for a perfect, loyal man again? I barely escaped Santa’s sack twice this week. 😔 Merry Christmas though!🎄🫀
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Which one of you asked for a perfect, loyal man again? I barely escaped Santa’s sack twice this week. 😔 Merry Christmas though!🎄🫀
Amy & Roger's Epic Detour, by Morgan Matson.
"I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, 'Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.' So finally I would write one true sentence, and then go on from there. It was easy then because there was always one true sentence that I knew or had seen or had heard someone say."
- Ernest Hemingway, A moveable feast
...go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possible can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.
- Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country
In another universe, we never grew up, and summers lasted forever.
Nick Cave, The Sick Bag Song
"One of my philosophy professors lectured wildly about love once, yelling: 'When you're in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe. (I scrawled it inside Science and Poetry in pencil-lighthouse of your universe-as if I would ever forget that phrase.) He was a delightful caricature of his position. I could swear he literally tore his hair out while howling at us. He went on, 'Nothing means as much without that person. One of the men in the class repeated, incredulous, half-laughing, 'So you're saying you can't enjoy, like, a vacation, without someone if you're really in love with them?' 'Of course not,' the professor replied. 'Not completely. You recognize beauty, but beauty means less if they don't witness it with you. Beauty is less. You see something sublime and your first thought is that they should be there with you. It's not as good without them. They illuminate. They make everything more.""
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"He didn't hold her back, he just held her hand."
- Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart
I wondered what that was like, to hold someone's hand. I bet you could sometimes find all of the mysteries of the universe in someone's hand.
-Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle & Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things. They let things go.
- Mary Ruefle
Poetry challenge : Challenge yourself to write a haiku about a fleeting moment or observation.
All the birds have flown somewhere,
Only the nests remain here.
If there is ever a heaven on earth
It's right here, it's here
The withered flowers said bowing down
We are habituated to this, here.
The walking moments stopped and said,
There is kindness here.
If there is ever a heaven on earth
It's here, it's here
Where my life, my soul, my heart reside
It's here, it's here
Topaz Winters, from “Cherry Blossoms”
I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it, to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
We’ve always defined ourselves by the ability to overcome the impossible. And we count these moments. These moments when we dare to aim higher, to break barriers, to reach for the stars, to make the unknown known. We count these moments as our proudest achievements. But we lost all that. Or perhaps we’ve just forgotten that we are still pioneers. And we’ve barely begun. And that our greatest accomplishments cannot be behind us, because our destiny lies above us.
INTERSTELLAR • 2014