[philosophybits]

“Our minds must have relaxation: rested, they will rise up better and keener. Just as we must not force fertile fields (for uninterrupted production will quickly exhaust them), so continual labor will break the power of our minds.”

— Seneca, On Tranquility of the Mind

[shisasan]

my face pressed up against you and my eyes closed, feeling your nearness, your safety, your presence

August 10, 1903 Rilke and Andreas-Salomé: a love story in letters (1897-1926)

[bebemoon]

“There is a place called ‘heaven’ where the good here unfinished is completed; and where the stories unwritten, and the hopes unfulfilled, are continued. We may laugh together yet.”

—  J.R.R. Tolkien

[venusimleder]

Marie Claire Italia, February 1998.

Ph. Tiziano Magni

[heteroglossia]

“I was a poet animated by philosophy, not a philosopher with poetic faculties.”

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

[rose1water]

The sky was full of stars, it was such a bright sky that looking at it you could not help by ask yourself: is it really possible for ill-tempered and capricious people to live under such a sky? That is a young person's question, dear reader, a very young person's question, but may the Lord ask it of your heart more often.

— White Nights, Fyodor Dostoevsky

[nobrashfestivity]

Leon Spilliaert, Beach Figures, 1928

[wovi]

[pmamtraveller]

Wild Horses, Nevada, 1950s, by Gus Bundy

[derangedrhythms]

Georg Trakl, Surrender to Night: Collected Poems of Georg Trakl: Sebastian in Dream; from 'Spiritual Dusk' (version 2), tr. Will Stone

[dreamstars]

[neoyorzapoteca]

Sakanoe trans. by Kenneth Rexroth, One Hundred Poems from the Japanese

[growing-orbits-blog]

“This life is beautiful, Heart, just be wise.”

— Anna Akhmatova, trans. Judith Hemschemeyer, in The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova

[bruzum]

[mermaidenmystic]

Water Lilies ~ 1837 engraving ~ Fanny Corbaux (Marie Françoise Catherine Doetger "Fanny" Corbaux, British painter, 1812-1883)

[worldscoolest]

[undinesea]

The divine experience is participation in an infinite which is measure and rhythm. Inevitably the words water, music, light, great open space, resonant, come to the lips. The I vanishes but in the hollow it has left no other I takes its place. No god but rather the divine. No particular faith but rather the feeling that precedes and sustains all faith, all hope. No face but the being without face, the being which is all faces.

Octavio Paz, “Henri Michaux,” from On Poets and Others