Here is the handful
of shadow I have brought back to you:
this decay, this hope, this mouthful
of dirt, this poetry.

Margaret Atwood, Mushrooms (excerpt)

(Source: lifeinpoetry)

We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything.

Jenny Han

The arrowhead,
which I found beside the river,
was glittering and pointed.
I picked it up, and said,
“Now, it’s mine.”
I thought of showing it to friends.
I thought of putting it—such an imposing trinket—
in a little box, on my desk.
Halfway home, past the cut fields,
the old ghost
stood under the hickories.
“I would rather drink the wind,” he said,
“I would rather eat mud and die
than steal as you steal,
than lie as you lie.”

Mary Oliver, The Arrowhead

I have a certain way of being in this world, and I shall not, I shall not be moved.

Maya Angelou

Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.

Lemony Snicket

Oh abstractions are just abstract until they have an ache in them.

Stephen Dunn

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?

Mary Oliver

I have a lot of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry. It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky ways of cloudy innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere, or one universal self. Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes through everything, is one thing. It’s a dream already ended. There’s nothing from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the one vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.

The world you see is just a movie in your mind.

Jack Kerouac, excerpt from Kerouac’s letter to his ex-wife

Some people are old at 18 and some are young at 90… time is a concept that humans created.

Yoko Ono

(Source: curiosity-quotes)

I sort of don’t trust anybody who doesn’t like Led Zeppelin.

Jack White

The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden Shovel.

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

Gwendolyn Brooks, We Real Cool

A great future doesn’t require a great past.

William Chapman

(Source: williamchapmanwritings)

likeafieldmouse:

Happy birthday

Thank you, Alec. :)
And thank you all so much for sending me birthday wishes. Sorry I didn’t reply privately one by one. I want to keep the messages in my inbox. :)

There is an indescribable feeling that comes from being desperately in love with a song.

Nina LaCour

How do people, like, not curse? How is it possible? There are these gaps in speech where you just have to put a “fuck.” I’ll tell you who the most admirable people in the world are: newscasters. If that was me, I’d be like, “And the motherfuckers flew the fucking plane right into the Twin Towers.” How could you not, if you’re a human being? Maybe they’re not so admirable. Maybe they’re robot zombies.

Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down