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Once it happened, as I lay awake at night, that I suddenly spoke in verses, in verses so beautiful and strange that I did not venture to think of writing them down, and then in the morning they vanished; and yet they lay hidden within me like the hard kernel within an old brittle husk.
— Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf, trans. Basil Creighton (via proustitute)
Star of the Sea
When evening shades are falling
O’er ocean’s sunny sleep,
To pilgrims’ hearts recalling
Their home beyond the deep;
When rest, o’er all descending,
The shores with gladness smile,
And lutes, their echoes blending,
Are heard from isle to isle:
Then, Mary, Star of the Sea,
We pray, we pray, to thee.- Thomas Moore
‘Be content with what you have; rejoice in the way things are. When you realize there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you.’
— ~Lao Tzu (via shiborilover)
To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire
— Edgar Lee Masters (via elodiegendreau)
Excuse
“Tonight it is the wine (or not the wine)
or a letter from you (or not a letter from you)
I sit
listen to the complacency of the rain
write a poem, kill myself there
It brings less pain —-
Tonight it rains, tomorrow will be bright
tomorrow I’ll say “yesterday was the same
only the rain …and my shoes too tight.”
~Alice Walker
An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle but will never break.
— Chinese proverb (via swimmingdrunkandnaked)
The greatest mania of all is passion: and I am a natural slave to passion: the balance between my brain and my soul and my body is as wild and delicate as the skin of a Ming vase.
—
Hunter S. Thompson, The Curse of Lono
(via frenchtwist)
