The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in...– George Bernard Shaw (via kevinsalas) (via archivedigger) (via libraryland)
Don’t dream it, be it.– Frankenfurter, Rocky Horror Picture Show (via quote-book) (via troubleinharlem)
When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend Get a coffee and the...– Lua, Bright Eyes (via shouldbefloating) (via troubleinharlem)
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You have reached the plane on which the buffalo roam Now there is no more hunting Now there is no more searching For now you have found your home You have found a fire that you can hold between you Now there is no more loneliness Now there is no more cold For the fire is the sun between you You have made a building out of heart and bone Now there is no more emptiness Now there is no more...
If You Were Coming In The Fall by Emily Dickinson
IF you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I’d wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls. If only centuries delayed, I’d count them on my hand, Subtracting till my fingers dropped Into Van Diemen’s land. If...
I Dreamed Your Face by Margaret Elisabeth Sangster
I dreamed your face, one night, when Heaven seemed resting, Against the troubled fever of the earth; I dreamed that vivid throated birds were nesting, In trees that shook with elfin-hearted mirth. I dreamed that star-like purple flowers were springing A-throb with perfume all about the place, And that there was a far-off sound of singing— And then—I dreamed your face! I dreamed...
First Time He Kissed me, He But Only Kissed by...
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And ever since, it grew more clean and white. Slow to world-greetings, quick with its “O, list,” When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst I could not wear here, plainer to my sight, Than that first kiss. The second passed in height The first, and sought the forehead, and half missed, Half falling on...
False though She Be To Me and Love by William...
False though she be to me and Love, I’ll ne’er pursue revenge; For still the charmer I approve, Though I deplore the change. In hours of bliss we oft have met; They could not always last; And though the present I regret, I’m grateful for the past.
Forgiveness is not an occasional act, it is a constant attitude.– Martin Luther King Jr. (via caraobrien)
My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy your ice cream...– Thornton Wilder (via libraryland)
Life's Perplexing Maze by Euripides
A thousand shapes our varying Fates assume, The Gods perform what we could least expect, And oft’ the things for which we fondly hop’d Come not to pass: but Heaven still finds a clue To guide our steps through life’s perplexing maze.
It shall be, then, upon a summer's day by Paul...
It shall be, then, upon a summer’s day: The sun, my joy’s accomplice, bright shall shine, And add, amid your silk and satin fine, To your dear radiance still another ray; The heavens, like a sumptuous canopy, Shall shake out their blue folds to droop and trail About our happy brows, that shall be pale With so much gladness, such expectancy; And when day closes, soft shall be...
Home by Carl Sandburg
Here is a thing my heart wishes the world had more of: I heard it in the air of one night when I listened To a mother singing softly to a child restless and angry in the darkness.
Language exists less to record the actual than to liberate the imagination.– — Anthony Burgess (via teachingliteracy) (via libraryland)
Once you have perceived that life is very cruel, the only response is to live...– (via iwannotowidigdo) (via libraryland)
We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.– Martin Luther King Jr. (via caraobrien)
sonnet 75 by Edmund Spenser
One day I wrote her name upon the strand; But came the waves, and washed it away: Again, I wrote it with a second hand; But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize; For I myself shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wiped out likewise. Not so, quoth I; let baser things devise To die in dust, but you...