But most days, if you’re aware enough to give yourself a choice, you can choose...– DAVID FOSTER WALLACE. We never really know what is happening in another person’s life. (via somethingchanged)
The best way to dehumanize someone while claiming you’re not is to believe you...– The danger of worldviews (Speaking when the world sleeps) Truth bomb if I ever saw one. (via ikenbot)
If you want to make someone feel emotion, you have to make them let go....– Brian Eno (via kateoplis)
In this world, there are things you can only do alone, and things you can only...– Haruki Murakami, After Dark
netherworldvineyard: Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things, The flow of--was it musk From hidden grapevine springs Downhill at dusk? I had the swirl and ache From sprays of honeysuckle That when they're gathered shake Dew on the knuckle. I craved strong sweets, but those Seemed strong when I was...
As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small...– Anne Sexton, from “Small Wire” in The Complete Poems: Anne Sexton (Mariner Books, 1999)
Hour - Carol Ann Duffy
nathanwood93: Love’s time’s beggar, but even a single hour, bright as a dropped coin, makes love rich. We find an hour together, spend it not on flowers or wine, but the whole of the summer sky and a grass ditch. For thousands of seconds we kiss; your hair like treasure on the ground; the Midas light turning your limbs to gold. Time slows, for here we are millonaires, backhanding the...
Miles Away | Carol Ann Duffy
I want you and you are not here. I pause in this garden, breathing the colour thought is before language into still air. Even your name is a pale ghost and, though I exhale it again and again, it will not stay with me. Tonight I make you up, imagine you, your movements clearer than the words I have you say you said before. Wherever you are now, inside my head you fix me with a look, standing here...
When I first became a feminist twenty years ago, I had an old-school feminist...– Minna Hong This is an excerpt from her essay in the Let’s Talk About Names series (I have one too) on Flyover Feminism and Are Women Human? The essay focuses on her experiences with people trying to pronounce her name, race, last name changes and feminism. I love this excerpt. I wrote about...
What do sad people have in common? It seems they have all built a shrine to...– Stop Being So Religious by Hafiz (via loveyourchaos)
Be willing to be a child and be the Lilliputian in the world of Gulliver.– Mary Karr’s advice to writers (via explore-blog)
Emotions, in my experience, aren’t covered by single words. I don’t believe in...– Jeffery Eugenides (via heteroglossia)
Love | Eavan Boland
Dark falls on this mid-western town where we once lived when myths collided. Dusk has hidden the bridge in the river which slides and deepens to become the water the hero crossed on his way to hell. Not far from here is our old apartment. We had a kitchen and an Amish table. We had a view. And we discovered there love had the feather and muscle of wings and had come to live with us, a...
For What Binds | Jane Hirshfield
There are names for what binds us: strong forces, weak forces. Look around, you can see them: the skin that forms in a half-empty cup, nails rusting into the places they join, joints dovetailed on their own weight. The way things stay so solidly wherever they’ve been set down— and gravity, scientists say, is weak. And see how the flesh grows back across a wound, with a great...