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— James Baldwin, They Can’t Turn Back

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Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats.

Voltaire (via coffee-and-quotes)

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I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work with them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.

Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run With the Wolves (via coffee-and-quotes)

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Behind her smile I could see so many other things, a catastrophic sadness.

Patti Smith, from M Train (via cindersandsmoke)

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The world seemed drained of wonder.

Patti Smith, from M Train (via cindersandsmoke)

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(Philosophy is really homesickness: the desire to be at home everywhere.)

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He was like someone sleeping who woke suddenly and found the world—all the beauty of it, and the sadness too. The hunger and the thirst.

Daphné du Maurier, My Cousin Rachel (via ultravhiolence)

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We are very good at preparing to live, but not very good at living. We know how to sacrifice ten years for a diploma, and we are willing to work very hard to get a job, a car, a house, and so on. But we have difficulty remembering that we are alive in the present moment, the only moment there is for us to be alive.

Thich Nhat Hanh, Peace Is Every Step (via eearth)

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Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair–

T. S. Eliot, excerpt of ‘La Figlia Che Piange’ (via pairedaeza)

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I cannot measure that Love, it was timeless; it was mighty and took me up out of earth, out of years, I couldn’t even measure that earth, I don’t know where I went; somewhere, out of time.

H.D., from Collected Poems: 1912-1944; “The Priest,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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This is what love is: the dry rose bush the gardener, in his pruning, missed suddenly bursts into bloom. A madness of delight; an obsession. A holy gift, certainly.

Mary Oliver, from Wild, Wild in “New And Selected Poems: Volume Two” (via adrasteiax)

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