January 2012
daisydandelions:
Once upon a time, there lived a girl with dreams as high as the sky and a heart as vast as oceans. She often found herself in strange, magical places; she traveled there by her imagination.
“Listen…
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves,...”
– Adelaide Crapsey, November Night (via vulgivagus)
“you are so fragile she said
sitting on the opposite chair
some paperweights...”
– Raisa
(via ontheedgeofdarkness)
“The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.”
– Johann von Goethe (via artemisdreaming)
“Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own...”
– Sylvia Plath (via thenocturnals)
you hear silence speak
crashinglybeautiful:
“It is very hard to live with silence. The real silence is death and this is terrible. To approach this silence, it is necessary to journey to the desert. You do not go to the desert to find identity, but to lose it, to lose your personality, to be anonymous. You make yourself void. You become silence. You become more silent than the silence around you. And then...
“The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.”
– Marcus Aurelius (via mirroir)
A Question
thesoulmustsleep:
A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth. Robert Frost
“Words strain,
Crack, and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension,...”
– T. S. Eliot, from “Four Quartets: Burnt Norton” (via weissewiese)
the-lady-amalthea:
I knew too well that all love has the desire for eternity
and that therein lies its eternal torment.
Nothing lasts. Nothing.
— erich maria remarque —
