BRIATHAR

cha ghabh cainnt a chur air mo shuidheachadh

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[thequotejournals]

I am running away but I prefer to call it a strategic retreat.

Tennessee Williams, The Selected Letters: 1920-1945

[liberatingreality]

When you become comfortable with uncertainty, infinite possibilities open up in your life… fear is no longer a dominant factor in what you do, and no longer prevents you from taking action to initiate change

Eckhart Tolle

[eelhound]

Mystery is not the absence of meaning, but the presence of more meaning than we can comprehend.

Eugene Peterson

[purplebuddhaproject]

It is a terrible thing to see and have no vision.

Helen Keller

[excerptfromabookyoullneverwrite]

These mountains that you are carrying, you were only supposed to climb.

Najwa Zebian

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Charm me. Furiously. Torment me. In detail.

Hermann Hesse, from Crisis: Pages from a Diary; “The Seducer”

[wordsnquotes]

How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.

J.R.R. Tolkien

[fyp-philosophy]

Rest, nature, books, music… such is my idea of happiness.

Leo Tolstoy

[wnq-writers]

You’ve always been quite the thief, stealing the breath from my lungs and the heart from my chest. I’ll never get them back and honestly? I wouldn’t want to. They’re yours to keep. Just promise me you’ll be gentle.

Nicole Torres

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Words that hit you right in the face, words that force you to hide or demand that you come out, that is poetry.

Risto Ahti, Narcissus in Winter

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I wanted to rub the human race in its own vomit, and force it to look in the mirror.

J.G Ballard, Crash 

[salonduthe]

I thought of a labyrinth of labyrinths, of one sinuous spreading labyrinth that would encompass the past and the future and in some way involve the stars.

Jorge Luis Borges, from The Garden of Forking Paths

[metaphorformetaphor]

[…] I still cry secretlyI still delve in dreamsof dark times of the heavensso much that if at that moment you try to embrace meyou get smeared with stars                                       In a pit of time

Odysseus Elytis, from “The Eye of the Locust,” Maria Nephele: A Poem in Two Voices (Houghton Mifflin Company, 1981)