February 2012
38 posts
All I wanted was to name the imaginary.
– Jenny Boully, The Book of Beginnings and Endings (via mythologyofblue)
As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
– Pablo Neruda (via wingsforlashes)
You tell me that the hearts of the people are measured by the size of the land....
– Theresa Hak Kyung Cha, Dictee (via mythologyofblue)
The necessary thing is after all but this; solitude, great inner solitude. Going...
– Rainer Maria Rilke (via misswallflower)
How blue is the the sea, how blue is the sky,
how blue and tiny and redeemable...
– Mary Oliver, from “One”, in Wild Geese (via growing-orbits)
This is one moment, But know that another Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.
—T. S. Eliot from Murder in the Cathedral
(gravellyrun)
mythologyofblue:
How then can this one small heart beat?
-Herman Melville, Moby-Dick, chapter 32
It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are still...
– George Eliot (via misswallflower)
yes.
(via goldenfeet)
Now the hour bends down and touches me
with its clear, metallic ring:
my...
– Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Hours, translated by Edward Snow (via growing-orbits)
January 2012
31 posts