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In illness words seem to possess a mystic quality. We grasp what is beyond their surface meaning, gather instinctively this, that, and the other—a sound, a colour, here a stress, there a pause—which the poet, knowing words to be meagre in comparison with ideas, has strewn about his page to evoke, when collected, a state …
Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in …
pink-iepromise: pink color 🙂
The night outside was like a dark, heavy, perfumed flower. An expectant night- a night when things intended to happen. Very still. Only the loveliest of muted sounds- the faintest whisper of trees, the airiest sigh of wind, the half-heard, half-felt moan of the sea. L.M. Montgomery, Emily’s Quest (via lesgardenias)
noorks: Nick Lake, In Darkness
Your lips stole kisses from the sun, and your eyes send messages to Death. You know what it takes for empires to collapse. Cassandra, there’s more than sorrow on your face. There’s the beauty of a scorching flame. We are wrong to underestimate her // L.H.Z
Do all the good you can. By all the means you can. In all the ways you can. In all the places you can. At all the times you can. To all the people you can. As long as ever you can. John Wesley (via silver-blonde)