Life is life, and kind is kind.– Jack Kerouac (via classof1969)
…we should be careful Of each other, we should be kind While there is still...– Philip Larkin, from “The Mower” (via aubade)
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to...– John Keats (via madaeli26)
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A small night storm blows/ Saying ‘falling is the essence of a flower’/...– Yukio Mishima (via rejoicinginthehandss)
There is no drop of water in the ocean, not even in the deepest parts of the...– Rachel Carson (via thepaintedveil)
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their...– Oscar Wilde (via ruineshumaines)
If someone told me to write a book on morality, it would have a hundred pages...– Albert Camus (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
but I say whatever one loves, is– Sappho, Poems and Fragments, trans. Stanley Lombardo (via proustitute)
Spring has its hundred flowers, Autumn its many moons. Summer has cool winds,...– Wumen Huikai (via thatkief)
Yo no sé si la sangre es roja o verde. Ignoro si la luna vence o ama, si su...– Vicente Aleixandre (via uminuscula)
Yo no quiero la sangre ni su espejo ignoro si la tierra es verde o roja si la...– Vicente Aleixandre (via uminuscula)
And sometimes, when the black depths are silent, we can do even more.– Hermann Hesse “Gertrude” (via yochanah)
A Postcard From The Volcano by Wallace Stevens
Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill; And that in autumn, when the grapes Made sharp air sharper by their smell These had a being, breathing frost; And least will guess that with our bones We left much more, left what still is The look of things, left what we felt At what we saw. The spring clouds blow Above the shuttered mansion-house,...
I’d long felt these mountains and lakes calling, and wouldn’t have thought...– T’ao Ch’ien (365-427) Translated by David Hinton (via labrancaro)
All lovers live by longing, and endure: Summon a vision and declare it pure.– Theodore Roethke, Words for the Wind: The Collected Verse (via larmoyante)
Let Ezra Pound Speak by Luis Benitez
If you have nothing to say keep silent let Ezra Pound speak from the shadows the splendid old man from the fine water line the magnificent old man shows you the genuine banknotes of his fortune and all shine legitimate fish of an infinite river which indeed never stops. If you have nothing to say keep silent the high gentleman the variegated ladies who lived and died and were born for this only...