December 2010
26 posts
“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.”
– Zelda Fitzgerald (via katedfisher)
By Madeline Morse
Let Christmas not become a thing
Merely of merchant’s trafficking,
Of tinsel, bell and holly wreath
And surface pleasure, but beneath
The childish glamour, let us find
Nourishment for soul and mind.
Let us follow kinder ways
Through our teeming human maze,
And help the age of peace to come
From a Dreamer’s martyrdom.
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by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
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“History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with...”
– Maya Angelou (via revolutionnow)
self-esteem
pinksubmergence:
my self’s a steam wafting, a curling drift of white gas what kind of mass? what kind of gas? my self’s a team working, keeping bonds of breakable marble, we warble at my self, it’s dim nothing could possibly glitter, when your doubts are this severe.
“Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.”
– Poet Anne Sexton (via libraryland)
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“He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful...”
– JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER, Everything is Illuminated (via booberg)
“The aim of education is to shift people from the surface to something...”
– Dr Cornel West (via savagemike)
“Don’t let what you can’t do interfere with what you can do.”
– Paulo Coelho (via amodelstudent)
“We need a renaissance of wonder. We need to renew, in our hearts and in our...”
– E. Merrill Root (via libraryland)
“I heard a sigh, as though the books were breathing. I felt that this was where I...”
– Alice Hoffman, The Ice Queen (via kimberlymichelle)
literarycollective:
Crying is the most disgusting thing in the entire world.
I think I will give it up on the basis of my principles.
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Die kind wat dood geskiet is deur soldate by...
Die kind is nie dood nie
die kind lig sy vuiste teen sy moeder
wat Afrika skreeu skreeu die geur van vryheid en heide
in die lokasies van die omsingelde hart
Die kind lig sy vuiste teen sy vader
in die optog van die generasies
wat Afrika skreeu skreeu die geur
van geregtigheid en bloed
in die strate van sy gewapende trots
Die kind is nie dood nie
nòg by Langa nòg by Nyanga
nòg by...
“Character consists of what you do on the third and fourth tries.”
– James A. Michener (via nathanielstuart)
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Reblogged from Pinksubmergence
I Thought I Must Give Up On Life
by Nicholas Gordon
I thought I must give up on life
And turn into a stone;
The desert wind quite suited me:
No heart, no mind—just bone.
I thought it would be dumb to try
To want something again;
Wanting turns to need, and then
Transmogrifies to pain.
I laughed at people still in love
Who trusted someone’s word;
To make my happiness depend
On faith...
Monition
crashinglybeautiful:
A faint wind, blowing from World’s End, Made strange the city street. A strange sound mingled in the fall Of the familiar feet.
Something unseen whirled with the leaves
To tap on door and sill. Something unknown went whispering by Even when the wind was still.
And men looked up with startled eyes And hurried on their way, As if they had been called, and told How...
“The poem is a little myth of man’s capacity of making life meaningful. And in...”
– Robert Penn Warren (via libraryland)
“The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.”
– Henry David Thoreau, Walden (via libraryland)
“It is critical to understand your history, and then be true to oneself in such a...”
– Dr. Cornel West, Hope on a Tightrope: Words and Wisdom (via caraobrien)