January 2011
claire1:
“E’ uno strano dolore. Morire di nostalgia per qualcosa che non vivrai mai.” Alessandro Baricco - Seta
Fire
blogut:
This life that we call our own Is neither strong nor free; A flame in the wind of death, It trembles ceaselessly. And this all we can do To use our little light Before, in the piercing wind, It flickers into night: To yield the heat of the flame, To grudge not, but to give Whatever we have of strength, That one more flame may live.
Dorothea Mackellar
“It took my lifetime
to finally understand:
home is a person.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via spycnsweet)
“Everyone is a moon and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.”
– Mark Twain (via elina-astra)
clair de lune
elina-astra:
Your soul is as a moonlit landscape fair, Peopled with maskers delicate and dim, That play on lutes and dance and have an air Of being sad in their fantastic trim. The while they celebrate in minor strain Triumphant love, effective enterprise, They have an air of knowing all is vain,— And through the quiet moonlight their songs rise, The melancholy...
grace-notes:
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“The more you love, the more love you have to give. It’s the only feeling we have...”
– Christina Westover (via pansexualpride)
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“The only reality I can possibly know is the world as I perceive it at this...”
– Carl Rogers (via ajcc)
“The only reality I can possibly know is the world as I perceive it at this...”
– Carl Rogers (via ajcc)