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aseaofquotes:

John Dufresne, Deep in the Shade of Paradise

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John Dufresne, Deep in the Shade of Paradise

(via aseaofquotes)


10:30 pm      4,179 notes
September 28 2014

Sometimes I grow weary of the days, with all their fits and starts.
I want to climb some old gray mountain, slowly, taking
the rest of my lifetime to do it, resting often, sleeping
under the pines or, above them, on the unclothed rocks.
I want to see how many stars are still in the sky
that we have smothered for years now, a century at least.
I want to look back at everything, forgiving it all,
and peaceful, knowing the last thing there is to know.
All that urgency! Not what the earth is about!
How silent the trees, their poetry being of themselves only.
I want to take slow steps, and think appropriate thoughts.
In ten thousand years, maybe, a piece of the mountain will fall.

— Mary Oliver, “The Poet Dreams of the Mountain” (via heliophobus)

(Source: mitochondria, via heliophobus)


9:51 am     39 notes
September 28 2014

aseaofquotes:

— T.S. Eliot

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— T.S. Eliot


9:47 am      1,426 notes
September 28 2014

He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who reflected your own light to you? People were more often—he searched for a simile, found one in his work—torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people’s faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?

— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: whyallcaps.us, via thatkindofwoman)


9:46 am     626 notes
September 28 2014

likeafieldmouse:

Elizabeth Neel - Quiet Made Loud (2013)

likeafieldmouse:

Elizabeth Neel - Quiet Made Loud (2013)


9:44 am      617 notes
September 28 2014

Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, A Nice Quiet Place (via larmoyante)


5:33 pm     3,551 notes
September 23 2014

It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.

— Lemony Snicket, When Did You See Her Last?  (via larmoyante)


4:54 pm     6,006 notes
September 23 2014

typewriterblues:

A part of us remains wherever we have been.

typewriterblues:

A part of us remains wherever we have been.


10:11 pm      1,455 notes
September 17 2014

foxmouth:

Powder, 2014 | by Marcus Palmqvist

(via orientaltiger)


11:08 pm     7,222 notes
September 15 2014

I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.

— Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)

(Source: larmoyante)


7:30 pm     20,873 notes
September 15 2014

weissewiese:

Roberto Casoni, The Unknown Dismay (2012)

weissewiese:

Roberto CasoniThe Unknown Dismay (2012)

(Source: pleoros)


6:06 pm      6,733 notes
September 15 2014

aseaofquotes:

Philip Lamantia, “A Winter Day”

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Philip Lamantia, “A Winter Day”


6:02 pm      726 notes
September 15 2014

Have you ever had that feeling— that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?

— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle    (via lipstick-bullet)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via man-of-prose)


7:16 pm     19,688 notes
September 14 2014

aseaofquotes:

Aidan Chambers, Postcards from No Man’s Land

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Aidan Chambers, Postcards from No Man’s Land

(via aseaofquotes)


6:39 pm      1,521 notes
September 14 2014

Landscapes, 2014 | by Shayan Artuz

(Source: foxmouth)


9:43 pm     3,776 notes
September 12 2014

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