FSA Quotes

    “I’ve got this tiny pang of regret when I think of how much I have probably missed out on in the last few years because I was too scared to take a risk, or too shy to speak up, or too worried to be bold. It is my one wild and precious life, after all.”

— Jessi Kirby, Golden

My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart.

— Maya Angelou
Be careful when you cast out your demons that you don't throw away the best of yourself.

— Friedrich Nietzsche,                                            Thus Spoke Zarathustra

I would always rather be happy than dignified.

— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre


I understand that nobody understands me, but I can't be someone I'm  not.
 — Audrey Tautou

Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry.I cannot care. That thing will come back no more.

 — F. Scott Fitzgerald


“Don’t allow your wounds to turn you into a person you are not.”

— Paulo Coelho


Some people are meant to be with people. And others,like me, are just different.                   — Unknown


I've decided to make myself strong. As far as I can tell, that's all I can do.
— Haruki Murakami


I felt very still and empty,          the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar


“Be weird. Be random. Be who you are. Because you never know who would love the person you hide.”

— C.S. Lewis

I don't know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.

— Jeanette Winterson,
Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit


We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.

— Nikita Gill


I want to stay on the back porch
while the world tilts
toward sleep, until what I love
misses me, and calls me in.

— Dorianne Laux, from “On the Back Porch,” Only As the Day Is Long: New and Selected Poems


I hope to arrive to my death late, in love, and a little drunk.

Atticus


I don't want pretty love. I don't want half-light, I don't want a well-made face, I don't want the expressive. I want the inexpressive. I want the inhuman within the person;

Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to GH


I am terror’s own knot and I am barely a person

I am my own perfect disaster and I am in on the joke

I am completely out of fashion and I am still here

— Sachiko Murakami, from “#stillhere,” Render
I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.

JANE EYRE



I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams.How I wake up tired. How I'm being drowned by some kind of black wave.

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

Sensitive souls don't have it easy in this cruel world. They feel like their souls are getting trampled on in so many ways. That's why you see their eyes light up when they can caress a face or an animal, or breathe in the scent of a flower.

— Sereno Sky

If you feel lost, you just have to start trying anything and everything. Only action brings change. You can't just sit there and overthink it.

— Tai Lopez

He took the silk scarf she wore around her neck, bound her wrists, laid her down as he whispered all the naughty sensual things he was going to do to her. Her pupils dilated, she moaned as his mouth and his fingers imprinted his signature on her soul. She knew this was just a beginning of a story with no end...for now...

I am aware that I am less than some people prefer me to be, but most people are unaware that I am so much more than what they see.

— Douglas Pagels

How strange life is! How incomprehensible! As if I returned from it as from a long journey and tried to remember where I had been and what I had done. I can't quite manage it, and the most difficult part is trying to see myself there.

Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001
People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost.

— Dalai Lama

But knowing what I don't want to do doesn't help me figure out what I do want to do. I could do just about anything if somebody made me. But I don't have an image of the one thing I really want to do. That's my problem now. I can't find the image.

— Haruki Murakami

    “You believed in the false story of your unworthiness for so long. It’s time to try a new way of being, living and believing.”

— LaTisha Cotto

Keep going. Your hardest times often lead to the greatest moments of your life. Keep going.
Tough situations build strong people in the end.

— Roy T. Bennet, The Light In The Heart



Conversation is the sexiest foreplay, the perfect prelude to sex, the fiery banter that gets you heated, the stimulation of the mind that transmits to the body. Conversation is a give and take. Just like sex itself. And the best give and takes, the best conversations lead to the best sex.

Imprint of his hand went beyond the flesh...when touch is more than just a touch...


A soulmate is someone who is willing to grow with you,                                     who chooses to be with you until the end, and will love you through good and bad.                          It's not about sunshine and laughter, it's about mundane moments filled with unknowns.

— T.B. LaBerge
    “I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.”

— Clemence Poésy

The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It's always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it's a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.

— Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me


Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

E.E. Cummings



This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don't get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can't do anything, don't get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it's ready to come undone. You have to figure it's going to be a long process and that you'll work on things slowly, one at a time.

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
“Every day we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible

words. ” ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1280x720)

“If someone tried to take control of your body and make you a slave, you would fight for freedom. Yet how easily you hand over your mind to

anyone who insults you. When you dwell on their words and let them dominate your thoughts, you make them your master.” -- Epictetus


“It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.” ? Oscar Wilde


"If you could press a button that would give you a great deal of money, but it would cause someone you don’t know in a distant part of the

world to die, then you would have a good model for how our current economy works." - Cecil Gershwin Palmer


If your happiness depends on what somebody else does, I guess you do have a problem. - Richard Bach

Soviet Leader Joseph Stalin sent several assassins to kill Yugoslav Dictator Josip Broz Tito, who wrote to Stalin a couple months afterward

"stop sending people to kill me. We've already caught five. If you send more killers I'll send one to Moscow, and there won't be a second."

"Normality is a paved road; it’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow." - Vincent van Gogh


"You can beat 40 scholars with one fact, but you cannot beat one idiot with 40 facts". - Rumi

"There's a reason you separate military and the police. One fights the enemies of the state. The other serves and protects the people. When

the military becomes both, then the enemies of the state tend to become the people." - Commander Adama

Great Quote: "How thoughtful of God to arrange matters so that, wherever you happen to be born, the local religion always turns out to be

the true one" - Richard Dawkins


"Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes."

- William Gibson

"Talent hits a target no one else can hit. Genius hits a target no one else can see." - Arthur Schopenhauer

“The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, and wiser people so full of doubts.” -

Bertrand Russell

“What lies ahead of us and what lies behind us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us” - Ralph Waldo Emerson

"It's beautiful to be alone. To be alone does not mean to be lonely. It means the mind is not influenced and contaminated by society." --

Jiddu Krishnamurti

” Some poor, phoneless fool is probably sitting next to a waterfall somewhere totally unaware of how angry and scared he’s supposed to be ”

-Duncan Trussell

"You can choose as you want, but your wants are chosen for you." -H.G. Tannhaus

Fauci: “I have a reputation, as you probably have figured out, of speaking the truth at all times and not sugar-coating things. And that

may be one of the reasons why I haven’t been on television very much lately”


I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to

deal with pain. - James Baldwin

There’s an African proverb: ‘When death finds you, may it find you alive.’ Alive means living your own damned life, not the life that your

parents wanted, or the life some cultural group or political party wanted, but the life that your own soul wants to live. — Michael Meade




"We both stared into the abyss, but when it looked back at us, you blinked." -Batman, Crisis on Two Earths.

“I hold this to be the highest task of a bond between two people: that each should stand guard over the solitude of the other.”-Ranier Maria Rilke

Hippo Birdie Two Ewe
Hippo Birdie Two Ewe
Hippo Birdie Deer Ewe
Hippo Birdie Two Ewe
And Many Hippo Returns


An honorable human relationship—that is, one in which two people have the right to use the word "love"—is a process, delicate, violent, often terrifying to both persons involved, a process of refining the truths they can tell each other. It is important to do this because it breaks down human self-delusion and isolation. It is important to do this because in so doing we do justice to our own complexity. It is important to do this because we can count on so few people to go that hard way with us.
			--Adrienne Rich

“Profanity is a weak mind trying to express itself forcefully.”

“Happiness is a butterfly, which, when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.” -- Nathaniel Hawthorne


“We must always be careful to remember that education is a tool and never an end in itself.” –Raymond Baines

“If there is no struggle, there is no progress.” –Frederick Douglass


“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.”
—Albert Einstein

“Learning without practice is like wax without honey.” –Anwar-i-Suheill

“I love fools’ experiments. I am always making them.” –Charles Robert Darwin

“Study depends on the good will of the student, a quality that cannot be secured by compulsion.” –Quintilian

“The Great Spirit, in placing men on the earth, desired them to take good care of the ground and do each other no harm.” –Young Chief

“In your work and in your research there must always be passion.” –Ivan Petrovich Pavlov

“For all knowledge and wonder (which is the seed of knowledge) is an impression of pleasure in itself.”
–Francis Bacon

“Education is hanging around until you’ve caught on.” –Robert Frost

“You must speak straight so that your words may go as sunlight to our heart.” –Cochise

“Only the educated are free.” –Epictetus

“It is the writer’s privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart.” –William Faulkner

“The pen is the tongue of the mind.” –Cervantes

“The important thing is this: To be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are, for what we could become.” –Charles Du Bois

“’Tis easy enough to be pleasant, when life flows along like a song; but the man worthwhile is the one who will smile when everything goes wrong.” –Ella Wheeler Wilcox

“Training is everything. The peach was once a bitter almond; cauliflower is nothing but a cabbage with a college education.” –Mark Twain

“Build a bridge instead of a wall or a war.” –Sharon Marshall Johnson

“Though ambition may be a fault in itself, it is often the mother of virtues.” –Quintilian

“Curiosity is one of the permanent and certain characteristics of a vigorous mind.” –Samuel Johnson

“Education is what you have left over after you have forgotten everything you have learned.” –Anonymous








Worthwhile

IT Is EASY ENOUGH to be pleasant,

When life flows by like a song,
But the man worth while is one who will smile,
When everything goes dead wrong.
For the test of the heart is trouble,
And it always comes with the years,
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth
Is the smile that shines through tears.


It is easy enough to be prudent,
When nothing tempts you to stray,
When without or within no voice of sin
Is luring your soul away;
But it's only a negative virtue
Until it is tried by fire,
And the life that is worth the honor on earth
Is the one that resists desire.


By the cynic, the sad, the fallen,
Who had no strength for the strife,
The world's highway is cumbered today;
They make up the sum of life.
But the virtue that conquers passion,
And the sorrow that hides in a smile,
It is these that are worth the homage on earth
For we find them but once in a while.

		--Ella Wheeler Wilcox



Philosophy of The Universe

Carl Zwanzig: "Duct tape is like the Force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the universe together . . . "

Douglas Adams: "There is a theory which states that if ever anybody discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened."

Albert Einstein: "Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former."

Unknown: "Astronomers say the universe is finite, which is a comforting thought for those people who can't remember where they leave things."

Edward P. Tryon: "In answer to the question of why it happened, I offer the modest proposal that our Universe is simply one of those things which happen from time to time."

John Andrew Holmes: "It is well to remember that the entire universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others."

Max Frisch: "Technology is a way of organizing the universe so that man doesn't have to experience it."

Kilgore Trout: "The universe is a big place, perhaps the biggest."

Woody Allen: "I'm astounded by people who want to 'know' the universe when it's hard enough to find your way around Chinatown."

Douglas Adams: "In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move."

William J. Broad: "The crux . . . is that the vast majority of the mass of the universe seems to be missing."

Rich Cook: "Programming today is a race between software engineers striving to build bigger and better idiot-proof programs, and the Universe trying to produce bigger and better idiots. So far, the Universe is winning."

Fred Hoyle: "There is a coherent plan in the universe, though I don't know what it's a plan for."

Ray Bradbury: "We are an impossibility in an impossible universe."

Christopher Morley: "My theology, briefly, is that the universe was dictated but not signed."

Edward Chilton: "I'm worried that the universe will soon need replacing. It's not holding a charge."

Calvin and Hobbes (Bill Watterson): "The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us."

Smile, it's the second best thing you can do with your lips.

Sex is like air, it's not important unless you aren’t getting any.

If vegetable oil is made of vegetables, what is baby oil made of?

No guts, no glory, no brain, same story.

Cocaine is God's way of telling you that you make too much money.

If quitters never win, and winners never cheat, then who is the fool who said "Quit while you're ahead?"

If everything is going well, you don't know what the hell is going on.

One good turn gets most of the blankets.

It is better to be looked over than overlooked.

There are three kinds of people -- those who can count and those who can't.

It is not what a teenager knows that bothers his parents, it is how he found out.

My homework is like a juicy steak -- rarely done.

There are two kinds of pedestrians -- the quick and the dead.

An unbreakable toy is useful for breaking other toys.

If at first you don’t succeed -- give up! No use being a damn fool.

Falling is love is awfully simple. Falling out of love is simply awful.

No job is so simple that it can't be done wrong.

You can only be young once, but you can be immature forever.

Why Us

Most women become a mother by accident, some by choice, a few by habit.

Did you ever wonder how mothers of children with cancer are chosen?

Somehow, I visualize God hovering over the earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger . . .

"Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint Matthew."

"Forest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint Cecilia."

"Rutledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint Gerard. He's used to profanity."

Finally, he passes a name to an angel and says, "Give her a child with cancer."

The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a child with cancer a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But does she have patience?" asks the angel.

"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she will handle it."

"I watched her today," said God. "She has that feeling of self-independence that is so rare and necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has its own world. She has to make it live in her world and that's not going to be easy."

"But Lord, I don’t think she even believes in you," said the angel.

"No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness."

The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take anything her child does for granted. She will never consider a step ordinary."

"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see . . . ignorance, cruelty, prejudice . . . and allow her to rise above them."

"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in mid-air.

God smiles and says, "A mirror will suffice."

Author: Erma Bombeck (May 1980).


It Couldn't Be Done

Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That 'maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that.
At least no one ever has done it";
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.


Edgar A. Guest







After a While
(You Learn)
© Veronica A. Shoffstall 1971

After a while you learn the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul.

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning,
and company doesn’t always mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses are not contracts,
and present's aren’t promises.

And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead...

With the grace of a woman,
not the grief of a child.

And you learn
To build all your roads on today,

Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
if you get too much...

So, you plant your own garden,
and decorate your own soul...
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure…
you really are strong,
you really do have worth.

And you learn, and you learn…
with every goodbye,
You Learn...



Visionaries
You see things; and you say “Why?” But I dream things that never were; and I say “Why not?”

George Bernard Shaw (1856–1950), Anglo-Irish playwright, critic. The Serpent, in Back to Methuselah,“In the Beginning,” act 1. These words are often associated with Robert Kennedy after they were quoted by him in an address to the Irish Parliament in Dublin, June 1963, and attributed to him by Edward Kennedy at Robert’s funeral service in 1968.

Vietnam
All the wrong people remember Vietnam. I think all the people who remember it should forget it, and all the people who forgot it should remember it.

Michael Herr (b. 1940), U.S. journalist. Observer (London, 15 Jan. 1989).

Girls
There is no need to waste pity on young girls who are having their moments of disillusionment, for in another moment they will recover their illusion.

Colette (1873–1954), French author. “Wedding Day,” pt. 2, published in Earthly Paradise (ed. by Robert Phelps, 1966).

War Prayer

O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of
 fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief … for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.

Mark Twain (1835–1910), U.S. author. The aged stranger, claiming to be God’s messenger verbalizing a congregation’s unspoken prayer, in The War Prayer (dictated 1904–5; published in Complete Essays




From Bob Woodward's State of Denial

Pg 336

Blackwill had taught strategy at Harvard. Strategy involves a series of actions to achieve a goal and entails answering questions such as: What is going to be done? By whom/ When? Where? How? The president, who Blackwill liked and respected as a political leader, instead talked about winning and goals. But as Blackwill taught in his class, "Aspirations aren't strategy." The administration had no real strategy, he concluded.




The motto from Anselm Adorne's Syrian ewer in Dorothy Dunnet's House of Niccolo series

Lasting glory, increasing prosperity and fortuitous destiny.  Spring of the Ram pg 243.

Lasting joy, increasing prosperity and fortuitous destiny Gemini pg 413

Pity those who have them
Pity those who don't
What are they?
Children"


Kwa mwedo gutiri irima

On the way to one’s beloved there are no hills.
--Kikuyu proverb

And other selections from Glencoe’s World Literature Book
The Storyteller as Translator pp 80-81
Everyone carries a Shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual's conscious life, the blacker and denser it is. At all counts, it forms an unconscious snag, thwarting our most well-meant intentions....if it is repressed and isolated from consciousness, it never gets corrected. " --Carl Gustav Jung
"You get the sense that if Jim Cramer had been around in 1912, he would have been like, 'You're not going to hear this from anyone else, but my sources tell me the Titanic has the best buffet on the high seas! And by the way, if you want to get to the dock faster, try the Hindenburg.'" - Jon Stewart
"Accept disgrace willingly...Accept being unimportant...Surrender yourself humbly; then you can be trusted to care for all things. Love the world as your own self; then you can truly care for all things." -- Lao Tzu
"Simply see that you are at the center of the universe, and accept all things and beings as parts of your infinite body. When you perceive that an act done to another is done to yourself, you have understood the great truth." -- Lao Tzu

“An educated person, he <Rex Stout> liked to say, is one who has the capacity to distinguish the important from the unimportant, has the ability to recognize good literature, has acquired sufficient knowledge of history to make connections between the past and the present, and can sustain a curiosity about the world and a desire to continue learning.”

--Rebecca Stout Bradbury from the Introduction to The Bloodied Ivy talking about her father, Rex Stout

"Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods."-Albert Einstein

"Only as I am aware of the present will I have the opportunity to be fully alive." - Anne Wilson Schaef
"One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important."-- Bertrand Russell

Rainer Maria Rilke

A person isn't who they are during the last conversation you had with them - they're who they've been throughout your whole relationship.
Rainer Maria Rilke

All emotions are pure which gather you and lift you up; that emotion is impure which seizes only one side of your being and so distorts you.
Rainer Maria Rilke

All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Believe that with your feelings and your work you are taking part in the greatest; the more strongly you cultivate this belief, the more will reality and the world go forth from it.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
Rainer Maria Rilke

For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.
Rainer Maria Rilke

He reproduced himself with so much humble objectivity, with the unquestioning, matter of fact interest of a dog who sees himself in a mirror and thinks: there's another dog.
Rainer Maria Rilke

I have never been aware before how many faces there are. There are quantities of human beings, but there are many more faces, for each person has several.
Rainer Maria Rilke

I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other.
Rainer Maria Rilke. Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.
Rainer Maria Rilke

If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for the creator, there is no poverty.
Rainer Maria Rilke

It is a tremendous act of violence to begin anything. I am not able to begin. I simply skip what should be the beginning.
Rainer Maria Rilke

It is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be a reason the more for us to do it.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.
Rainer Maria Rilke

More belongs to marriage than four legs in a bed.
Rainer Maria Rilke

No great art has ever been made without the artist having known danger.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.
Rainer Maria Rilke

One had to take some action against fear when once it laid hold of one.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Surely all art is the result of one's having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, where no one can go any further.
Rainer Maria Rilke

The deepest experience of the creator is feminine, for it is experience of receiving and bearing.
Rainer Maria Rilke

The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.
Rainer Maria Rilke

The only journey is the one within.
Rainer Maria Rilke

The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.
Rainer Maria Rilke

There are no classes in life for beginners; right away you are always asked to deal with what is most difficult.
Rainer Maria Rilke

There are quantities of human faces, but there are many more faces, for each person has several.
Rainer Maria Rilke

There are so many things about which some old man ought to tell one while one is little; for when one is grown one would know them as a matter of course.
Rainer Maria Rilke

There may be good, but there are no pleasant marriages.
Rainer Maria Rilke

This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love: the more they give, the more they possess.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Truly to sing, that is a different breath.
Rainer Maria Rilke

Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.
Rainer Maria Rilke


The Quotes of Steven Wright:
1 - I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.
2 - Borrow money from pessimists -- they don't expect it back.
3 - Half the people you know are below average.
4 - 99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name.
5 - 82.7% of all statistics are made up on the spot.
6 - A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good.
7 - A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
8 - If you want the rainbow, you got to put up with the rain.
9 - All those who believe in psycho kinesis, raise my hand.
10 - The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
11 - I almost had a psychic girlfriend, ..... But she left me before we met.
12 - OK, so what's the speed of dark?
13 - How do you tell when you're out of invisible ink?
14 - If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.
15 - Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
16 - When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
17 - Ambition is a poor excuse for not having enough sense to be lazy.
18 - Hard work pays off in the future; laziness pays off now.
19 - I intend to live forever ... So far, so good.
20 - If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?
21 - Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
22 - What happens if you get scared half to death twice?
23 - My mechanic told me, "I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder."
24 - Why do psychics have to ask you for your name
25 - If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.
26 - A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.
27 - Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.
28 - The hardness of the butter is proportional to the softness of the bread.
29 - To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.
30 - The problem with the gene pool is that there is no lifeguard.
31 - The sooner you fall behind, the more time you'll have to catch up.
32 - The colder the x-ray table, the more of your body is required to be on it.
33 - Everyone has a photographic memory; some just don't have film.
34 - If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.
35 - If your car could travel at the speed of light, would your headlights work?...

“Was this why I kissed you?
Was this why I tormented myself, loving?
To remember you now, calmly and wearily,
With loathing?”
—  	Anna Akhmatova, from White Night Of 1914


 “Be with me always — take any form — drive me mad! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!”
—  	Emily Brontë, from Wuthering Heights

“I cannot live without you, and I don’t intend to bloody well try ever again. You are my inspiration, my hope, my whole hope, the oxygen in my blood.  You are all over me, in sorrow or in joy, all of the time – Oh yes in drunkenness too, in conversation, in work, with every breath and heart-beat.”
    — Laurence Olivier, from a letter to Vivien Leigh


 “To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance.
To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.”
—  	Arundhati Roy

“The dream is the helium balloon, reality is the string. A wise creator joyously fills up his balloon but keeps the string firmly in his grasp.”
— 	Eric Maisel, Coaching the Artist Within

“I love you but I’m married.
I love you but I wish you had more hair.
I love you more.
I love you more like a friend.
I love your friends more than you.
I love how when we go into a mall and classical muzak is playing,
you can always name the composer.
I love you, but one or both of us is/are fictional.
I love you but "I" am an unstable signifier.
I love you saying, "I understand the semiotics of that" when I said, "I
had a little personal business to take care of.”
I love you as long as you love me back.
I love you in spite of the restraining order.
I love you from the coma you put me in.
I love you when you’re not getting drunk and stupid.
I love how you get me.
I love your pain, it’s so competitive.
I love how emotionally unavailable you are.
I love you like I’m a strange backyard and you’re running from the
cops, looking for a place to stash your gun.
I love your hair.
I love you but I’m just not that into you.
I love you secretly.
I love how you make me feel like I’m a monastery in the desert.
I love how you defined grace as the little turn the blood in the
syringe takes when you’re shooting heroin, after you pull back
the plunger slightly to make sure you hit the vein.
I love your mother, she’s the opposite of mine.
I love you and feel a powerful spiritual connection to you, even
though we’ve never met.
I love your tacos! I love your stick deodorant!
I love it when you tie me up with ropes using the knots you
learned in Boy Scouts, and when you do the stoned Dennis
Hopper rap from Apocalypse Now!
I love your extravagant double takes!
I love your mother, even though I’m nearly her age!
I love everything about you except your hair.
If it weren’t for that I know I could really, really love you.”
—  	Kim Addonizio, from Lucifer At The Starlite: Forms Of Love


 “Reading a good one makes me love the one who wrote it,
as well as the animal or element or planet or person
the poet wrote the poem for. I end up like I always do,
flat on my back like a drunk in the grass, loving the world.
Like right now, I’m reading a poem called "Summer"
by John Ashbery whose poems I never much cared for,
and suddenly, in the dead of winter, "There is that sound
like the wind/Forgetting in the branches that means
something/Nobody can translate…” I fall in love
with that line, can actually hear it (not the line
but the wind) and it’s summer again and I forget
I don’t like John Ashbery poems. So I light a cigarette
and read another by Zbigniew Herbert, a poet
I’ve always admired but haven’t read enough of, called
"To Marcus Aurelius" that begins "Good night Marcus
put out the light/and shut the book For overhead/is raised
a gold alarm of stars…” First of all I suddenly love
anyone with the name Zbigniew. Second of all I love
anyone who speaks in all sincerity to the dead
and by doing so brings that personage back to life,
plunging a hand through the past to flip off the light.
The astral physics of it just floors me. Third of all
is that "gold alarm of stars…" By now I’m a goner,
and even though I have to get up tomorrow at 6 am
I forge ahead and read "God’s Justice" by Anne Carson,
another whose poems I’m not overly fond of
but don’t actively disdain. I keep reading one line
over and over, hovering above it like a bird on a wire
spying on the dragonfly with "turquoise dots all down its back
like Lauren Bacall”. Like Lauren Bacall!! Well hell,
I could do this all night. I could be in love like this
for the rest of my life, with everything in the expanding
universe and whatever else might be beyond it
that we can’t grind a lens big enough to see. I light up
another smoke, maybe the one that will kill me,
and go outside to listen to the moon scalding the iced trees.
What, I ask you, will become of me?”
—  	Dorianne Laux, from Mugged By Poetry


 “Leave the dishes.
Let the celery rot in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator
and an earthen scum harden on the kitchen floor.
Leave the black crumbs in the bottom of the toaster.
Throw the cracked bowl out and don’t patch the cup.
Don’t patch anything. Don’t mend. Buy safety pins.
Don’t even sew on a button.
Let the wind have its way, then the earth
that invades as dust and then the dead
foaming up in gray rolls underneath the couch.
Talk to them. Tell them they are welcome.
Don’t keep all the pieces of the puzzles
or the doll’s tiny shoes in pairs, don’t worry
who uses whose toothbrush or if anything
matches, at all.
Except one word to another. Or a thought.
Pursue the authentic — decide first
what is authentic,
then go after it with all your heart.
Your heart, that place
you don’t even think of cleaning out.
That closet stuffed with savage mementos.
Don’t sort the paper clips from screws from saved baby teeth
or worry if we’re all eating cereal for dinner
again. Don’t answer the telephone, ever,
or weep over anything at all that breaks.
Pink molds will grow within those sealed cartons
in the refrigerator. Accept new forms of life
and talk to the dead
who drift in though the screened windows, who collect
patiently on the tops of food jars and books.
Recycle the mail, don’t read it, don’t read anything
except what destroys
the insulation between yourself and your experience
or what pulls down or what strikes at or what shatters
this ruse you call necessity.”
—  	Louise Erdrich, from Original Fire: Advice To Myself (via violentwavesofemotion)



“There is only me, this evening, here, on earth, and a voice that makes no sound because it goes towards none, and a head strewn with arms laid down and corpses fighting fresh, and a body, I nearly forgot. This evening, I say this evening, perhaps it’s morning. And all these things, what things, all about me, I won’t deny them any more, there’s no sense in that any more. If it’s nature perhaps it’s trees and birds, they go together, water and air, so that all may go on, I don t need to know the details, perhaps I’m sitting under a palm. Or it’s a room, with furniture, all that’s required to make life comfortable, dark, because of the wall outside the window. What am I doing, talking, having my figments talk, it can only be me. Spells of silence too, when I listen, and hear the local sounds, the world sounds, see what an effort I make, to be reasonable. There’s my life, why not, it is one, if you like, if you must, I don’t say no, this evening. There has to be one, it seems, once there is speech, no need of a story, a story is not compulsory, just a life, that’s the mistake I made, one of the mistakes, to have wanted a story for myself, whereas life alone is enough. I’m making progress, it was time, I’ll learn to keep my foul mouth shut before I’m done, if nothing foreseen crops up. But he who somehow comes and goes, unaided from place to place, even though nothing happens to him, true, what of him? I stay here, sitting, if I’m sitting, often I feel sitting, sometimes standing, it’s one or the other, or lying down, there’s another possibility, often I feel lying down, it’s one of the three, or kneeling. What counts is to be in the world, the posture is immaterial, so long as one is on earth. To breathe is all that is required, there is no obligation to ramble, or receive company, you may even believe yourself dead on condition you make no bones about it, what more liberal regimen could be imagined, I don’t know, I don’t imagine. No pomt under such circumstances in saying I am somewhere else, someone else, such as I am I have all I need to hand, for to do what, I don’t know, all I have to do, there I am on my own again at last, what a relief that must be. Yes, there are moments, like this moment, when I seem almost restored to the feasible. Then it goes, all goes, and I’m far again, with a far story again, I wait for me afar for my story to begin, to end, and again this voice cannot be mine. That’s where I’d go, if I could go, that’s who I’d be, if I could be.”
—  	Samuel Beckett, from Texts For Nothing

 “One day you’ll be blind like me. You’ll be sitting here, a speck in the void, in the dark, forever, like me. One day you’ll say to yourself, I’m tired, I’ll sit down, and you’ll go and sit down. Then you’ll say, I’m hungry, I’ll get up and get something to eat. But you won’t get up. You’ll say, I shouldn’t have sat down, but since I have I’ll sit on a little longer, then I’ll get up and get something to eat. But you won’t get up and you won’t get anything to eat.You’ll look at the wall a while, then you’ll say, I’ll close my eyes, perhaps have a little sleep, after that I’ll feel better, and you’ll close them. And when you open them again there’ll be no wall any more. Infinite emptiness will be all around you, all the resurrected dead of all the ages wouldn’t fill it, and there you’ll be like a little bit of grit in the middle of the steppe. Yes, one day you’ll know what it is, you’ll be like me, except that you won’t have anyone with you, because you won’t have had pity on anyone and because there won’t be anyone left to have pity on you.”
—  	Samuel Beckett, from Endgame

 “I just want everybody to know it’s quite okay to be sad, it’s a normal feeling. I don’t want you to think that I’m sad or any of these guys are all like permanently sad. I know we put out some sad tunes sometimes but life is not a One Direction song, my friends. I think you need a dose of reality sometimes, but that doesn’t mean that life isn’t good. Life is beautiful and you guys are very unique. I urge you to go outside and find something that you love and fucking love it to death.”
—  	John O’Callaghan’s speech/wise words

 “Intimacy is one of my most favorite reasons to be alive. And I don’t just mean the physical aspect it leads to. I mean the number of stories and jokes, and the level of honesty and compassion that lead to the point where I can trust you with my entire body. I’ve come to realize that I constantly hunger for spiritual intimacy – the kind where when I breathe you in, it sets my lungs on fire. The kind where you can look me in the eye and make me feel completely bare.”
—  	Connotativewords | jl | Depth

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“I need my small, meaningless lies. I need all my self-created semi-truths. It’s the only way for me to keep exclusive parts of myself to myself. Believe me, I do not even perceive them as lies. It’s something different that keeps happening inside my head. At the same time, I long to tell you the truth about me, always. I want to share with you each important or unimportant detail and feel and fully embrace the very act of sharing. But it occurs to me that it’s the hardests of tasks; I hate it. I hate unveiling bits and pieces of anything permanent or temporary that resides in me. I loathe it with my heart. You can find more honesty in the smallest of my gestures rather in my words; my words are too impatient, too loose, too doomed in some way.”
—  	Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol.

Things I forgot to tell you:

That I love you and that when I awake in the morning, I use my intelligence to discover more ways of appreciating you.

That I love you.
That I love you.
That I love you.
”
—  	 Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller


 “Your iPhone pocket-called me the other day.
You were walking.
I could hear your legs moving.
I was in your pants, after all, with the phone.
Swip swip. Swip swip. Swip swip.
Very rhythmic. Soothing. I listened in for a while. I was hoping for a scrap of inappropriate conversation.
I like to overhear things that hurt me.
I got nothing.
Just legs.
You were just going somewhere.”
—  	Elizabeth Trundle (via nevver)
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Tell her she’s a bluet, but not blue.

And if it’s color that she wants, tell her she’s a blackbird, that she’s flying.
That she could only ever be flying.

If she’s a number, tell her she’s more than ten but less than twelve.
When you say this mean her legs, mean the long number 1’s wrapped around your back.

Tell her you feel most religious when she’s sitting naked in a chair.
Tell her religion is all you need.

Take her hands off your hips and put them on a statue’s hips.
Tell her This is hardness. This is what it’s like to want.

If she’s a herring, tell her she’s a dead herring. That she’s glowing.
That she could only ever be glowing.

And of all shapes: the circle. Days: Tuesday. Words: Brimful

When you take her to bed, take her slowly.
Then put her in parenthesis and keep (her) there, always.
”
—  	"How to keep the one you love," Kimberly Grey (via notebookings)



 “I keep telling you "I love you"
and it comes out as an apology.
I’m sorry. You want it to be bolder, bigger, less pathetic.
"Love" has become a fighting word for us.
You argue that you love me more. I don’t object.
I turn over in bed, sob into the pillow, pity myself.
I mumble it back to you because you
like the way it sounds coming out of my mouth.
We’ve turned caring for each other into a duty dance
that’s cheapened "love."
It has become another way of apologizing
as you roll your eyes and say, "Sorry, I forgot to buy milk",
a habit with every evening’s, "Night, love you too",
a promise we keep breaking:
"Of course I won’t, I love you",
a lie.
It hits me that we no longer know what it means
when you slap me across the face and instantly,
I tell you I love you. I can’t help it.
I have spent months associating it with this much pain.
My insides are bullet-holed basins where the past goes to die.
I feel death when you stand close.
Stay away from me.
I love you.”
—  	Lora Mathis, “We Need a New Word for ‘Love,’ It’s Overused”

 “Every day I discover
more and more
beautiful things.
It’s enough to drive one mad.
I have such a desire
to do everything,
my head is bursting with it.”
—  	Claude Monet (via coffeeqveen)

 “There is life without love. It is not worth a bent penny, or a scuffed shoe. It is not worth the body of a dead dog nine days unburied. When you hear, a mile away and still out of sight, the churn of the water as it begins to swirl and roil, fretting around the sharp rocks — when you hear that unmistakable pounding — when you feel the mist on your mouth and sense ahead the embattlement, the long falls plunging and steaming — then row, row for your life toward it.”
—  	Mary Oliver, from West Wind


“There is in every one of us, even those who seem to be most moderate, a type of desire that is terrible, wild, and lawless.”
—  	Plato


 “I have to make myself indispensable, irreplaceable, utterly faithful, without a thought for myself…Or else some day betray her, all her beauty and her voice, just to prove that there are things more powerful than she, that there are things that can make her cry, that there is a limit to her invincibility.”
—  	Nina Berberova, from The Accompanist


 “If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.”
—  	Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Thomas Wentworth Higginson

 “Our bodies could be skin on skin and I’d still pull you closer.”
—  	(via neutral)

 “I love you, Darling, there’s a black black void,
as black as night without you. I long to see
your face and hear your voice, and take your hand–”
—  	Robert Lowell, from In The Mail

 “I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart…I do nothing all day, boredom settles in, I look at the sky so I get to feel even smaller than I already feel and my mind keeps poisoning itself uselessly.”
—  	Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

 “I love you — quite passionately. I’d like you to be all imbued with it and see how beautiful you are in my heart…”
—  	Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters To Sartre
#lit#Simone de Beauvoir#letters#words#quotes#Letters To Sartre
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“She showed up, tragic and beautiful, with a kind of necessity for which I was grateful to her. She was wearing her dark red dress, and a very pretty black hat with a net, which gave her a fateful look — the look of a woman still young but already marked by life.”
—  	Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters To Sartre


 “As always you’ve given me back the sense of my life and happiness. Instead of being bogged down in the sequence of days, I see everything on a large scale now — in the whole context of the world and my existence — and I’m altogether immersed in the happiness I derive from seeing you. Nothing else counts. I have you — little all-precious one, little beloved one — as much today as the day before yesterday when I could see you, and I’ll have you till the day you die.”
—  	Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters To Sartre

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“I love you, and I’m pining for you.”
—  	Simone de Beauvoir, from Letters To Sartre


 “If you don’t understand mental illness, good.
Good for you. You shouldn’t have to understand.
If you don’t understand why some people can’t get out of bed in the morning. Good. I hope you jump out of bed every single day ready to take the world by storm.
If you don’t understand how someone could drag a blade across their skin. Good. I hope your never that desperate to feel something.
If you don’t understand what would drive someone to keep starving themselves or purging despite everything they’ve lost in the process. Good. I hope you stay healthy and happy in your own body.
If you don’t understand how someone can be so overwhelmed with anxiety to the point where they can barely function. Good. I hope you always feel confident.
If you don’t understand how someone can go night after night with no sleep. Good. I hope you rest peacefully every night.
If you don’t understand why someone won’t just go to church or rehab or find someone who can help them. Good. I hope you always have somewhere to turn.
If you don’t understand how someone can keep swallowing bottles of pills, tying knots in ropes or standing at the tops of bridges. Good. I hope your never that desperate for relief.
If you don’t understand. Good. Your not supposed to. But under no circumstances does it mean you can judge. Because that’s just fucking sick.”
—  	everyone who has ever struggled with a mental illness (via justanotheranonhipsta)


My world is based on passion. I am in no need of “insisting” upon being loved. I’m immersed and flooded in this. That is why I am happy and full of power and find friendship pale by comparison.”
—  	Anaïs Nin, from a letter to C.L. Baldwin

 “Anyway, now it is here, it is love and my heart aches. I am happy to be so bitterly unhappy because I know you are unhappy, too, and it is sweet to have part of the same sadness. With you pleasure was love, and now pain is love too. We must know every kind of love. We’ll know the joy of meeting again. I want it, I need it, and I’ll get it. Wait for me. I wait for you. I love you more even than I said, more maybe than you know.”
—  	Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Nelson Algren

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“You say I feel what is genuine and what is not, and I am very proud of your saying so. I think I felt at once how genuine you were yourself, and it was the beginning of my liking you so much, and afterwards of my love for you. All is genuine in you, words and behaviours, love and hate, pleasure, pain; your whole life is genuine. And living with you I felt genuine myself; everything was all fight because everything was true.”
—  	Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Nelson Algren


 “I need to see you. I need to feel you. I want the routine with you and I want the madness with you. I want all of it with you. Feed the cats and get on the damn plane. I want you here with me.”
—  	Ernest Hemingway, from a letter to Martha Gellhorn


 “He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt”
—  	Anäis Nin,Delta of Venus (via aussiair)

 “This evening it seems to me that these human things are not worth crying over, this self is sufficient, absent from the rest of the earth, absent from what it was, alone…I know that I am not a pure spirit, I remember excesses of mad sensitivity;…but there are hours when I sense how inexistent that all is;…there are hours when my soul alone lives–my egoism affirms itself…I feel myself very detached even from literature…deep down, I don’t really know what I want.”
—  	Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry

"Unrequited love was, at that period of my life, the only kind I seemed to be capable of feeling. This caused me much pain, but in retrospect I see it had advantages. It provided all the emotional jolts of the other kind without any of the risks, it did not interfere with my life, which although meagre, was mine and predictable, and it involved no decisions."
—  	Margaret Atwood, from Dancing Girls & Other Stories

"you reduce my name to a signal fire
i want to say love and mean a dozen
foxes tearing up sheets of snow
i want to say love and mean everything
that is wrong with us but doesn’t stop
me from touching you the same way
i flick light-switches with wet fingertips"

—  	Scherezade Siobhan  (via petrichour)


It’s not about adding diversity for the sake of diversity, it’s about subtracting homogeneity for the sake of realism.
—  	Mary Robinette Kowal
(via batanice)

I am beginning to feel that you too have sadness in your heart, that deep sadness which comes of nothing, and which, rooted in the very substance of being, increases as being itself is stirred.
—  	Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to Louise Colet

You ask me what it is that I want of you. I cannot tell you that, but I can tell you that what I want of myself is to love you , to love you a thousand times more, even, than I do!
—  	Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to Louise Colet

Resurrection, that’s what’s needed. Up from under. Get rid of these haunts, these fictions, he said, she said, counting up points and grievances; the dialogues of shadows. Otherwise there will be nothing left but the rest of my life. Something is frozen.
—  	Margaret Atwood, from Dancing Girls & Other Stories

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
—  	Oscar Wilde (via gracefulee)


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"Stop sending people to kill me! We’ve already captured five of them, one of them with a bomb and another with a rifle… If you don’t stop sending killers, I’ll send a very fast working one to Moscow and I certainly won’t have to send another"
—  	Tito, in a polite “fuck off” to Stalin.
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He called me beautiful,
then compared
me to ecstasy.
I asked him, “the drug
or the word?”
He answered, “the place”.
—
(Addie S. “untitled #13”)
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"you reduce my name to a signal fire
i want to say love and mean a dozen
foxes tearing up sheets of snow
i want to say love and mean everything
that is wrong with us but doesn’t stop
me from touching you the same way
i flick light-switches with wet fingertips"

—  	Scherezade Siobhan
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Resurrection, that’s what’s needed. Up from under. Get rid of these haunts, these fictions, he said, she said, counting up points and grievances; the dialogues of shadows. Otherwise there will be nothing left but the rest of my life. Something is frozen.
—  	Margaret Atwood, from Dancing Girls & Other Stories



I fell in love with your independence, but I hate the fact that you’ve never learned that it’s ok to ask for help. Because even during times when you need it the most, I know you would still refuse it. And I just want you to know it’s ok to need someone. It’s ok to feel like you can’t do something on your own. And it’s ok to not feel ok at all.
I’ve always longed to discover that side of you, and it has nothing to do with wanting to see you in your most vulnerable state. I just don’t know how else to tell you that, when you no longer know how to stand, you can fall into me. It’s my way of saying that this world is so big and my hands may be small, but they will always be big enough to carry what you cannot.
—  	Connotativewords | jl | Safe With Me


Be nice to other people; they have you outnumbered 7 billion to one