"... What we have here is a dreamer. Someone completely out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she would fly."
— The Virgin Suicides
“I love the earth, which mourns with me.”
— Friedrich Hölderlin, To the Sun God
Eternal, fragile, mysterious, and clear.
Jorge Luis Borges, "Music Box", from Selected Poems
some nights are made for contemplating the spectrum of all human emotions and your brain just won’t fall asleep thinking about love and grief and how to change your life and how despite everything you’re glad you’re alive. but then the next day you have to wake up and deal with the horrors of a poorly slept night. how can I fall asleep when there is so much beauty to behold, almost at my reach but not easy to grasp. it feels like the night is slipping through me when I should be sleeping through the night
From the book : ‘At the Back of the North Wind’ - The Beautiful Lady by Arthur Hughes
“Needle-dark December smells. / She walks with wonder everywhere.”
— Muriel Rukeyser, from The Collected Poems; “Christmas Eve,”
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Nikita Gill, from Fierce Fairytales Poems & Stories to Stir Your Soul; "Gretel After Hansel," (edited)
“She resembled the paper filigree over a Valentine.”
— Edith Wharton, A Backward Glance (1934)
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“My mystery is a simple one: I do not know what being alive is.”
— Clarice Lispector, from “An Apprenticeship, or, The Book of Delights,”
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— Mary Oliver, from A Thousand Mornings; “Life Story”