Paradiso

collection of poems and other pieces of writing.

[thehoplessone]

The is no remedy for love but to love more.

Henry David Thoreau

[thehoplessone]

Writing itself is a magical act in which the imagination altered reality and gave form to power.

Alice Hoffman

[apoemaday]

We Wear the Mask

by Paul Lawrence Dunbar

We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile And mouth with myriad subtleties, Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only see us, while       We wear the mask. We smile, but oh great Christ, our cries To thee from tortured souls arise. We sing, but oh the clay is vile Beneath our feet, and long the mile, But let the world dream otherwise,       We wear the mask!

[psych-facts]

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.

Fernando Pessoa (via psych-facts)

[quotemadness]

I leapt eagerly into books. The characters’ lives were so much more interesting than the lonely heartbeat of my own.

Ruta Sepetys (via quotemadness)

[fyp-philosophy]

If you don’t get what you want, you suffer; if you get what you don’t want, you suffer; even when you get exactly what you want, you still suffer because you can’t hold on to it forever. Your mind is your predicament. It wants to be free of change. Free of pain, free of the obligations of life and death. But change is law and no amount of pretending will alter that reality.

Socrates (via fyp-philosophy)

[thehoplessone]

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

by   George Gordon Byron                    

[thehoplessone]

Masculinity is largely a "homosocial" experience: performed for, and judged by other men. Noted playwright David Mamet explains why women don;t even enter the mix. "Women have, in men's minds, such a low place on the social ladder of this country that it's useless to define yourself in terms of a woman. What men need is men's approval."

Bros before hos: the guy code by Michael Kimmel

[thehoplessone]

Women are especially cruel judges of other women's sexual behavior, mostly because we are so desperate to believe we are in control of what happens to us. It is too frightening to face the fact that male violence against women is irrational and commonplace. It is reassuring to believe that we can avoid it by being good girls, avoiding dark places, staying out of bars, dressing innocently. [...] These terrible judgment from other women are an important part of what keeps all women in line

“Two ways a women can get hurt”:Advertising and Violence by Jean Kilbourne

[psych-quotes]

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.”

 Alfred Tennyson (via psych-quotes)

[fy-perspectives]

Honesty is a very expensive gift, Don’t expect it from cheap people.

Warren Buffett (via fy-perspectives)

[bookmania]

some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about

Charles Bukowski, War All the Time (via bookmania)

[wordsnquotes]

I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.

Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (via wordsnquotes)

[observando]

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

Anaïs Nin (via observando)

[quotes-shape-us]

Art is not a mirror held up to reality but a hammer with which to shape it.

Bertolt Brecht (via quotes-shape-us)

[quotes-shape-us]

Why did happy memories fade and blur until one could scarcely recall them at all, while horrible memories seemed to retain their blinding clarity and painful sharpness?

Judith McNaught, Almost Heaven (via quotes-shape-us)

[wordsnquotes]

I do not exist to impress the world. I exist to live my life in a way that will make me happy.

Richard Bach, Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah (via wordsnquotes)