"Every lover is a storm chaser.
Every good heart has lost it’s roof."
— Andrea Gibson (via takeyourcue)
"Maybe you want to forget
what the world has shown you.
Maybe you want to lie down
in the quiet. A somber wave
breaks over you at the end
of the movie when the house
lights come up …
Somewhere far from you a lake turns
from a dark cold-green
into a sheet of ink.
You feel if it came close
and asked, you would give
the world whatever it needed."
— Carl Adamschick, from “Night,” in Curses and Wishes: Poems (Louisiana State University Press, 2011)
"I felt that you were the one person I need not explain to."
"Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those."
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via larmoyante)
"What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it."
— Gabriel García Márquez (via psychotherapy)
As once the winged energy of delight
carried you over childhood’s dark abysses,
now beyond your own life build the great
arch of unimagined bridges.
Wonders happen if we can succeed
in passing through the harshest danger;
but only in a bright and purely granted
achievement can we realize the wonder.
To work with Things in the indescribable
relationship is not too hard for us;
the pattern grows more intricate and subtle,
and being swept along is not enough.
Take your practiced powers and stretch them out
until they span the chasm between two
wants to know himself in you.
- Rainer Maria Rilke
"Even if you come home late and I’m already asleep, just whisper in my ear one little thought you had today. Because I love the way you look at the world. And I’m so happy I get to be next to you and look at the world through your eyes."
— Theodore Twombly, Her (2013)
"A vagueness comes over everything,
as though proving color and contour
alike dispensable; the lighthouse
extinct, the islands’ spruce-tips
drunk up like milk in the
universal emulsion; house
reverting into the lost
and forgotten; granite
subsumed, a rumor
in a mumble of ocean."
— Amy Clampitt, opening strophe to “Fog,” from The Collected Poems of Amy Clampitt (Alfred A. Knopf, 1997)
"It’s impossible for us to see ourselves with all our complexity, perfection, and imperfection the way others do. What we see when we look down, or in the mirror is just a shade - a shadow of who we really are. You are a tree in a forest, and you are the only one who negates your branches."
— (via amccalltoarms)
"I, for example, was born the same day as Jorge Luis Borges, exactly the same day. I have seen him be ridiculous in some situations, pathetic in others. And, as I have always had him in front of me, I have ended up identifying with him."
"Maybe I love you, maybe I’m just kind of bored"
— Kacey Musgraves
"To really blossom, one must feel wanted, loved: must feel a place is open for one’s special capacity - not just any job. There must be balance - giving and receiving - of equal import whether in sex or art."
— Edward Weston (via circumferences)
"It was probably nothing but it felt like the world."
— Morrissey (via spacemen-3)
"Everyone should be born into this world happy
and loving everything.
But in truth it rarely works that way.
For myself, I have spent my life clamoring toward it.
Halleluiah, anyway I’m not where I started!
And have you too been trudging like that, sometimes
almost forgetting how wondrous the world is
and how miraculously kind some people can be?
And have you too decided that probably nothing important
is ever easy?
Not, say, for the first sixty years.
Halleluiah, I’m sixty now, and even a little more,
and some days I feel I have wings."
— Mary Oliver, “Halleluiah” in Evidence (via electrichoney)