February 2012
29 posts
“Today you became a yesterday, when once you were a tomorrow.”
“O God
May I ever continue to be steadfast in Your love.
Be the joy of my...”
– St Augustine (via ajarfullofdreams)
“’Creatures are not born with desires unless satisfaction for those...”
Benign
you think love is a physical asset like straight teeth or sparkling eyes
to me love is also part of the body more like something growing deep down causing no pain or irritation at first like a cyst (a fist of foreign cells lodged in my skin) but benign.
you wouldn’t want an asset taken from you and I have nothing which can be cured.
- Teng Qian Xi
Warning
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the...
A Mount Of Gold
Unobserved, happiness settles over everything, like a gentle dust; over the kneading of bread dough, the peeling of carrots for stew, over putting a saucer of milk down for the cat, and running your hand through the soft prickle of your boy’s crew cut hair;
You take it in, like the scent of soap on your husband’s fresh-shaved cheek; like the dog’s extravagantly wagging tail, or...
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the fox said,
‘to me you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. and i have no need for you. to you, i am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. but if you tame me, then we shall need each other. to me, you will be unique in all the world. to you, i shall be unique in all the world..’
One Art
The art of losing isn’t hard to master, so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something everyday. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring...
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When i was one-and-twenty
When i was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, ‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.’ But I was one-and-twenty, No use to talk to me.
When I was one-and-twenty, I heard him say again, ‘The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; ‘Tis paid with sighs aplenty And sold for endless...
nad at 18.
i took out my journal i kept 4 years ago and read some of my favourite quotes and poems that i wrote in it (i’ll post up some of them). it’s always fun trying to recall the person that i was. it was like my present self was hovering somewhere near my dear 18 year old, smiling slightly because she knew secrets that the younger one didn’t.
she thinks, aww, this girl has a lot of...
“When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs...”
– Franz Kafka (via creatingaquietmind)
“Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician...”
– Kahlil Gibran (via misswallflower)
