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[thequotiest]

Why I had been raised so high, only to fall, and did God know I would fall?

The Etched City, KJ Bishop

[thequotiest]

The divine has a plan for the infernal. Because all is of God and nothing of God can truly be destroyed, the infernal must instead be transmuted. It must realize its error, comprehend the illogicality of its existence, and choose to become part of the divine. When all is converted, that erroneous potential will no longer exist. Perfection will be achieved.

The Etched City, K.J. Bishop

[thequotiest]

Shame's a luxury. Like a good nature.

The Etched City, K.J. Bishop

[89words]

“Inside my head, the war is everywhere.”

— — Ocean Vuong, from “Beautiful Short Loser,” Time Is a Mother

[missinyouiskillingme]

You aren’t just someone I loved back then. You were my best friend, my best self, and I can’t imagine giving that up again. You might not understand, but I gave you the best of me, and after you left, nothing was ever the same.

— Nicholas Sparks, The Best Of Me

[soracities]

Walter Benjamin, from “One Way Street” (tr. Edmund Jephcott), Selected Writings, Vol I: 1913-1926

[Text ID: “The only way of knowing a person is to love that person without hope.”]

[humanwithnohead]

“My wound existed before me; I was born to embody it.”

— Joë Bousquet  (via mirroir)

[metamorphesque]

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[text ID: I need a father. I need a mother. I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty.]

[shisasan]

“In a field. With the moon. And the dark. And the dirt. With your mouth. And just one word: god god god.”

— Daphne Gottlieb, 15 Ways to Stay Alive

[shisasan]

Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding (1943)

[lifeinpoetry]

I try not to think about those other children burned with your trauma, bothered every day by your parts. Prayer doesn’t work with facts. If I saw you now I would’ve dissected your body, torched the parts on the doors of your family. I will spit on your grave.

— Trevino L. Brings Plenty, from “Shame,” Ghost River

[geryone]

Bright Dead Things, Ada Limón

[theoptia]

Adélia Prado, from “Denouement”; translated by Ellen Dori Watson

Text ID: I am beginning to despair / and can see only two choices: / either go mad or turn holy.

[satsuti]

I am more your Mother than your mothers were. For I am also their Mother. I am the Mother before all mothers, the dark to whom all men return.

- The Way of the Rose, Clark Strand & Perdita Finn

[thequotiest]

There are instances where an angel or troop of angels turned the tide of battle, abated storms, conveyed saints to Heaven, brought down plagues, fed hermits, helped plowmen, converted heathens. An angel multiplied the seed of Hagar, protected Lot, caused the destruction of Sodom, hardened Pharaoh's heart, rescued Daniel from the lions' den, and Peter from prison.

A Dictionary of Angels, Gustav Davidson 

[wt-nv-quotes]

Or you won’t wake up today. There will come a day where you don’t, you know, and then none of this will matter, and the sky will be a perfect blue and you won’t see it. Or it will rain. Or no rain. Or sun or snow or none of those things. All of that later today or tomorrow or never.

[resqectable]

“Music is liquid architecture; Architecture is frozen music.”

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe