December 2011
98 posts
The morning breezes have secrets to tell; don’t go back to sleep.
– Rumi (via mirroir)
My solitude is my treasure, the best thing I have.
– A.S.Byatt (Possession)
Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who
Before us pass’d the doors of...
– The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám, quatrain 69 translated by Edward FitzGerald (via portionsofeternity)
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to...
– Mary Oliver (via mewstew)
They miss the whisper that runs
any day in your mind,
“Who are you really,...
– William Stafford, with gratitude to Whiskey River. (via crashinglybeautiful)
I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams.
– Virginia Woolf (via forestgirl)
the words emerge from her body without her realizing it, as if she were being...
– Marguerite Duras, Summer Rain (via seabois)
To be left alone is the most precious thing one can ask of the modern world.
– Anthony Burgess (via stay-quiet)
When small drops began to fall and darken the world in penny-shaped circles, no...
– Simon Van Booy (via kaleidoscopedreams)
Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths...
– Neil Gaiman (via misswallflower)
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In the woods we return to reason and faith.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via fantasiere)