R.T. Sosa

Feelings greatly felt, beauty greatly seen. Author of Things That Get Away and 9 Love letters and a few Happenings.

[r-t-sosa]

I’m full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.

-Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro.

[r-t-sosa]

It can get dreamy if you let it.

R.T. Sosa

[r-t-sosa]

It can get dreamy if you let it.

R.T. Sosa

[minimalistquotes]

You'll lose it, if you talk about it.

-ERNEST HEMINGWAY

[r-t-sosa]

And I miss you. What good luck of mine.

R.T. Sosa

[theangelsnumbers]

The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness, except for the very few who were as good as spring itself.

Ernest Hemingway

[theangelsnumbers]

Life is a great adventure, and the only way to fail is to refuse to take the first step in faith.

Ernest Hemingway

[resqectable]

“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

[thehopefulquotes]

“Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.”

— James Thurber, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty

[r-t-sosa]

We cannot refute the truth that is written inside us. It itches and bothers the more we let it be. We cannot stay quiet and let it devour. We speak in the sweet release that quiets it. In the songs of beauty, in the paintings of sadness, in the poems that explains our existence. We pronounce with the voice of our tools that we are here existing. With our voices, that we are in feeling. And what sweet release it is to know that we are alive. To raise a voice for that reason. For now I am here. I am here. I am.

R.T. Sosa

[thehopefulquotes]

“The one who follows the crowd will usually get no further than the crowd. The one who walks alone is likely to find himself in places no-one else has ever been.”

— Albert Einstein

[opossum-handz]

[r-t-sosa]

Let us enjoy this and what we have to look forward to. Don’t think of the flowers we have killed when we have such a beautiful garden blooming.

R.T. Sosa

[r-t-sosa]

The passing of time is cruel to the observer, kind to the doers.

R.T. Sosa

[r-t-sosa]

Your words were like water.

R.T. Sosa

[r-t-sosa]

Sit on the edge and enjoy the depth without falling off.

R.T. Sosa

[r-t-sosa]

We cannot refute the truth that is written inside us. It itches and bothers the more we let it be. We cannot stay quiet and let it devour. We speak in the sweet release that quiets it. In the songs of beauty, in the paintings of sadness, in the poems that explains our existence. We pronounce with the voice of our tools that we are here existing. With our voices, that we are in feeling. And what sweet release it is to know that we are alive. To raise a voice for that reaon. For now I am here. I am here. I am.

R.T. Sosa