August 2012
“Let everything happen to you,
Beauty and terror.
Just keep going,
No feeling...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke (via leda-swanson)
July 2012
“But milder thou, soft daughter of the air,
Sylph of the Summer, come! the...”
– The Sylph of Summer, William Lisle Bowles (24 September 1762 – 7 April 1850)
“Dear lost sharer
of silences,
I would send a letter
the way the tree sends...”
– Linda Pastan, from “Eyes Only” (via proustitute)
“To be kind is to respond with sensitivity and human warmth to the hopes and...”
– Aung San Suu Kyi (via mings)
“He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday...”
– Funeral Blues, Song IX/ From Two Songs for Hedli Anderson (1936/1939), W.H.Auden, Wystan Hugh Auden (21 February 1907 – 29 September 1973)
“The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall,
The fly her spleen, the little...”
– A Modest Love also known as Love is Love, Sir Edward Dyer (October 1543 – May 1607)
“No, my soul is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
It neither sleeps nor...”
– Antonio Machado (via moreofamore)
“The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
– Pablo Neruda (via seabois)
“I like you; your eyes are full of language.”
– Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anne Clarke dated 3 July 1964 (via frontrouge)
(Wow! What a compliment.)
“Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast...”
– Ode to a Nightingale - John Keats (via mirroir)
“I do not want to be fixed, to be pinioned. I tremble, I quiver, like the leaf in...”
– Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via mirroir) 