December 2011
28 posts
The one thing I’ve learned as I’ve been getting older is that love is definitely not enough.
By my intimacy with nature I find myself withdrawn from man. My interest in the...
– Henry David Thoreau (via theohpioneer)
When you have come to the edge of all the light you have, and step into the...
– Richard Bach (via julie911)
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed,...
– Audrey Hepburn (via quote-book)
Farsighted
tylerknott:
Have you ever noticed that from far enough away smiles stop looking like smiles and frowns stop looking like frowns and it’s almost impossible to tell the slightest difference between happiness and sorrow? -Tyler Knott Gregson-
She wasn’t bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad....
– Stephen Chbosky
There is an echo that lingers after the fierce winds rustle the leaves along all the trees that surround my house. I feel it is the echo of loneliness. It is an echo, in the form on a song, that sings itself through my windows into my bedsheets, and warms itself next to my body. It came as a crescendo, loud and proud and as I wrap myself up tighter with my blanket, the echo transforms into the...
Don’t aim at success - the more you aim at it and make it a target, the more you...
– Viktor Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning (via quote-book)
I like people with depth, I like people with emotion, I like people with a...
– Abbey Lee Kershaw (via light-essence)
I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe...
– Audrey Hepburn (via girlwithoutwings)
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
(via desperatelyseekingnormal)
If I go crazy
and my mind is lost, will you
find me beautiful?
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
My heart is an old book. The pages made from the flesh of every boy I’ve ever liked, the grace of every woman I’ve experienced, and the petals of every flower that I’ve smelled. The black ash of my faded memories mix with my tears to make the ink I write with. The rope that binds my pages together is weaved from lifelong strands of mistakes and achievements and the stories that...
I once knew a boy.
A boy with whom I saw the world in.
He had pink sunsets on the apples of his cheeks, milk coffee for skin, and the pur of a black panther weaved in and out of his hair. He moved like honey, spoke thunder for sentences, and he had a soft side like a freshly risen cloud.
But I could never trust what was in his eyes. He was a loose board of wood in the steps of my porch: enough...
Will you swim with me
in seas of sadness and float
on waves of laughter?
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
Sometimes all you have to do is forget how you...
On Dating Good Guys
“Which is why, when given the choice, I want to date a Good Guy. I want someone who is a real, flawed human being – someone who, despite those flaws, makes the conscious, ongoing effort to act benevolently toward the people around him. Because there is no such thing as An Asshole and A Nice Guy and if that’s all we can say about these people, what they really are is An Actor. A...
dinhna:
The most important thing that I learn from reading and writing is how to be alone.
Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but...
– Leo Tolstoy (via girlwithoutwings)
We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on...
– Rainer Maria Rilke (via laceofpearls)