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Let there be spaces in your togetherness, and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

Khalil Gibran, The Prophet

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Red flowers dot the land in the breeze's chase while the land colored up in red after the kiss. Green trees against the sky in the spring rain while the sky set off the spring trees in the obscuration.

The Story of the Double Happiness Symbol

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There are four quadrants of your consciousness. Upper left is what you know and what people know about you. Upper right is what you know about yourself but nobody knows. Lower left is what other people know about you that you don't know. And lower right is what you don't know and what nobody knows. Whims come from there. Impulses come from there. And that's where art comes from.

Nicholas Nixon

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Când în bemol, când în diez, Când înainte, când-napoi, Putere n-am să regizez Toată distanța dintre noi. Ea se creează natural, Din umbra mea, din umbra ta, Ca să mă simt un ultim cal Ce n-are dreptul la o șa. Stă depărtarea la refren Și se repetă delirant, De parcă între noi e-un tren Ce-mpinge gările-n neant. Alergi spre mine și alerg, Pe drumul, zi de zi, mai lung Și, dacă n-am fugi în cerc, N-ar fi s-ajungi, n-ar fi s-ajung. Aceeași muchie de cuțit, Aceleași pante de noroi, Mă tem că ne-am obișnuit Cu depărtarea dintre noi. Psihologie de amanți, Nărav de camarazi de front, Mereu mai reci și mai distanți, Ca orizont de orizont. Ne e din ce în ce mai greu, Nu ne putem preface, nu Un capăt trist al lumii, eu,         Un capăt trist al lumii, tu. Distanți la suflet și la trup, Tu mă infirmi, eu te infirm, Suntem silabe ce se rup, Dintr-un cuvânt lăsat infirm. Mă-ndemni, așa cum te îndemn, Să ne unim pe-același ring Suntem magneți de-același semn, Ce se doresc și se resping.

Adrian Păunescu | Nu regizez distanța dintre noi

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I spent a great deal of my life being ignored. I was always very happy that way. Being ignored is a great privilege. That is how I think I learned to see what others do not see and to react to situations differently. I simply looked at the world, not really prepared for anything.

Saul Leiter

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How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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I don't know what it's like to not have deep emotions, even when I feel nothing, I feel it completely.

A.R. Asher

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Heliconia, Crab’s Claw Ginger, 1939

Georgia O’Keeffe © 2018 Georgia O’Keeffe Museum / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York

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For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are barely able to endure, and it amazes us so, because it serenely disdains to destroy us. Every angel is terrible.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies

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It is less cold when you talk. -

Ishtar to Bab 'Azîz

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Seduzir (Seduce), 2001 |   Helena Almeida

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Every time you leave home, Another road takes you Into a world you were never in. New strangers on other paths await. New places that have never seen you Will startle a little at your entry. Old places that know you well Will pretend nothing Changed since your last visit. When you travel, you find yourself Alone in a different way, More attentive now To the self you bring along, Your more subtle eye watching You abroad; and how what meets you Touches that part of the heart That lies low at home: How you unexpectedly attune To the timbre in some voice, Opening in conversation You want to take in To where your longing Has pressed hard enough Inward, on some unsaid dark, To create a crystal of insight You could not have known You needed To illuminate Your way. When you travel, A new silence Goes with you, And if you listen, You will hear What your heart would Love to say. A journey can become a sacred thing: Make sure, before you go, To take the time To bless your going forth, To free your heart of ballast So that the compass of your soul Might direct you toward The territories of spirit Where you will discover More of your hidden life, And the urgencies That deserve to claim you. May you travel in an awakened way, Gathered wisely into your inner ground; That you may not waste the invitations Which wait along the way to transform you. May you travel safely, arrive refreshed, And live your time away to its fullest; Return home more enriched, and free To balance the gift of days which call you.

For the Traveler by John O'Donohue