• 3 weeks ago
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I begin to wish for firelight, privacy, and the limbs of one person.

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • 3 weeks ago
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There is no better.

Only (for a short space)
the night sky like
a quarantine that sets you
apart from your task.

Only (softly, fiercely)
the stars shining. Here,
in the room, in the bedroom.
Saying I was brave, I resisted,
I set myself on fire.

— Louise Glück, “Stars”

  • 3 weeks ago
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  • 3 weeks ago
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The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern.

Beautiful people do not just happen.

— Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, Death: The Final Stage of Growth

  • 4 weeks ago
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(Source: imoonshine)

  • 4 weeks ago
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Your sadness, your fear, your loneliness, even your despair is so fragile, friend. It can break open at any moment. A single note in a piece of music can do it. A kind glance from a stranger. The feeling of the spring breeze on your face. A reflection of a bird in flight. In any moment, your sorrow can shatter into nothingness; it has no more reality than that, no more substance than a shadow.

— Jeff Foster, All This Shall Pass

(Source: abiding-in-peace)

  • 1 month ago
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