February 2012
3 posts
Three Oddest Words
crashinglybeautiful:
When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it. When I pronounce the word Nothing, I make something no nonbeing can hold.
by Wislawa Szymborska
(from yama-bato)
“It’s not always rainbows and butterflies, it’s compromise that moves us along.”
– Maroon 5- she will be loved (via imalivewhenimdreaming)
To write… so long wondering, searching for a reason.
A good reason may not be needed as to write
January 2012
2 posts
I love the way books smell.
December 2011
14 posts
En la felicidad del misterio de la encarnación…
Gracias Lil
-I like how Eduar Cullen love Bella. It is like if to love hurts; it hurt but you cannot spot do it- she said.
“…so long human being stay human there is a diference between life and...”
– George Orwell
Toccata and Fugue d minor (Johann Sebastian Bach)... →
poolpistol asked you:
i’ll answer your question that I found when I was looking for John Bauer pix here on tumblr and stumbled upon your post: Sjögreen means “Lake Twig”. a very john bauer name!!!
March 2011
2 posts
February 2011
1 post
...right use of appearances...
Of the things which are in our Power, and not in our Power
Of all the faculties, you will find not one which is capable of contemplating itself; and, consequently, not capable either of approving or disapproving. How far does the grammatic art possess the contemplating power? As far as forming a judgement about what is written and spoken. And how far music? As far as judging about melody. Does...
November 2010
9 posts
“The books had been buried, so I hid this time behind a group of trees, I...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close)
“Victor Hugo would write naked and tell his valet to hide his clothes so that...”
– What we can learn from procrastination : The New Yorker (via Instapaper)
“People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their...”
– The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield (via id0be1ieve)
“Never regard study as a duty, but as the enviable opportunity to learn to know...”
– Albert Einstein (via libraryland)
It didn’t work out
I know,
even your eyes told me it was not
I remember;
My heart was broken
is true;
something remains
in my heart.
it sprout
from the air
from your gazes
from your sweet and joyful smile.
Is it love, Is it an illution?
What ever it is, it is wonderful!
“If you have ideas and imagery, technique will follow.”
– Unknown (via interiors-porn)
October 2010
27 posts
“Hope is a waking dream.”
– Aristotle (via justbesplendid)
“Lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all,
But lend me your heart and I’ll...”
– Mumford & Sons - ‘Awake My Soul’ (via quitetom)
18th Century History: From The Journal and... →
18thcentury:
From The Journal and Letters [First Journal Entry]
Poland Street, London, March 27, 1768
To have some account of my thoughts, manners, acquaintance & actions, when the hour arrives in which time is more nimble than memory, is the reason which induces me to keep a journal: a journal in which I…
Neurosis
Neurosis es lo que tengo. Aquel autentico perdon que permite descanzar aquel lejano y consumido pasado surge y desaparece con recuerdos que nacen y mueren a cada momento. Son recuerdos que no me dejan vivir despierto y consciente. Triste es que hacen arena movediza del piso, solido y constante sobre el cual camino; tornan mis pensamientos en reproches y todos mis cuestionamientos en razones...
Ignorance is bliss; Aknowledgment may not.
Even so being aware, is being aware of happiness.
No more suffering. I don't want to hurt...
I cannot choose who to fall in love with.
but I chose to fall in love with you; it was a wish from my heart, yes it was.
then I choose you.
Past is chasing me everyday, your natural light is so bright
my current sadness will black your brightness. This is my fear.
Past is chasing me everyday, your natural light is so wonderful
it penetrates my soul and wake me up. And wake me up.
...
Life is a whole of nothing. It depends on us to choose with what to full it and make of it a whole of an art piece. Perfect for us, for no one else but for us; because the beauty will shine and people will stop and take a look.
People will stop and take a look on. Because we did it first.
They will stop and take a look on it. Because we liked it,
because we take care of it,
because it is our...
“For the sake of a single poem,
you must see many cities,
many people and...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, courtesy of The Beauty We Love. (via crashinglybeautiful)
It is becoming a need; to write, to be alone, to think about it. To think on a paper in black and white. To think to write.
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