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loveandliterature:

“when i think what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love— marry him; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.” - a room with a view, em forster

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fleurishes:

bureauoftrade:

Louis Armstrong serenades his wife in front of the pyramids of Giza, 1961. Makes us all look bad.

can we talk about how fantastic this is

(Source: bureauoftrade)

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Be willing to be a beginner every single morning.

- Meister Eckhart

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openareas:

Today, it will come.

The pictures. The stories. The sweet faces, the missing tooth grins, the tousled hair and the school-photo-blue backgrounds. There will be names to go with them and sentences like “Loved Superman and Lego,” or “Her favorite tv show was Phineas and Ferb.” Each word, each…

“Leave the dishes.
Let the celery rot in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator
and an earthen scum harden on the kitchen floor.
Leave the black crumbs in the bottom of the toaster.
Throw the cracked bowl out and don’t patch the cup.
Don’t patch anything. Don’t mend. Buy safety pins.
Don’t even sew on a button.
Let the wind have its way, then the earth
that invades as dust and then the dead
foaming up in gray rolls underneath the couch.
Talk to them. Tell them they are welcome.
Don’t keep all the pieces of the puzzles
or the doll’s tiny shoes in pairs, don’t worry
who uses whose toothbrush or if anything
matches, at all.
Except one word to another. Or a thought.
Pursue the authentic-decide first
what is authentic,
then go after it with all your heart.
Your heart, that place
you don’t even think of cleaning out.
That closet stuffed with savage mementos.
Don’t sort the paper clips from screws from saved baby teeth
or worry if we’re all eating cereal for dinner
again. Don’t answer the telephone, ever,
or weep over anything at all that breaks.
Pink molds will grow within those sealed cartons
in the refrigerator. Accept new forms of life
and talk to the dead
who drift in though the screened windows, who collect
patiently on the tops of food jars and books.
Recycle the mail, don’t read it, don’t read anything
except what destroys
the insulation between yourself and your experience
or what pulls down or what strikes at or what shatters
this ruse you call necessity.”

― Louise Erdrich, Original Fire: Selected and New Poems

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“I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.”

— Augusten Burroughs

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Happy birthday, Nathan.

October 10

Now constantly there is the sound,
quieter than rain,
of the leaves falling.

Under their loosening bright
gold, the sycamore limbs
bleach whiter.

Now the only flowers
are beeweed and aster, spray
of their white and lavender
over the brown leaves.

The calling of a crow sounds
loud—a landmark—now
that the life of summer falls
silent, and the nights grow.

— Wendell Berry

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“We are here to witness the creation and abet it. We are here to notice each thing so each thing gets noticed. Together we notice not only each mountain shadow and each stone on the beach but, especially, we notice the beautiful faces and complex natures of each other. We are here to bring to consciousness the beauty and power that are around us and to praise the people who are here with us. We witness our generation and our times. We watch the weather. Otherwise, creation would be playing to an empty house.” -Annie Dillard on the Meaning of Life. 

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Hold on to what is good
 even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe
 even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do
 even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life
 even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand
 even when I have gone away from you.
                               -Pueblo verse

(Source: mudunderwear)

"When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For the time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free."

Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things” (via queenmabsconspirator)

(via journalofanobody)

"Our Church is a Church of immigrants. It always has been. Just as America has always been a nation of immigrants. Except for a few, all of our saints, blesseds and venerables were immigrants. Some, like St. Frances Xavier Cabrini, were canonized for their service to our immigrant communities. Today we seem to be losing this sense of America’s heritage — as a land of missionaries, immigrants and saints. A land where men and women from every race, creed and nation can live as brothers and sisters."

Archbishop Jose Gomez (Los Angeles)

(Source: the-tidings.com, via poetfire)

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Not only have I always had trouble distinguishing between what happened and what merely might have happened, I remain unconvinced that the distinction matters. -Joan Didion

"We all too often have socialism for the rich and rugged free market capitalism for the poor"

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. (1964)

(Source: nomoretexasgovernorsforpresident, via loveyourchaos)

"I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its place."

Steven Millhauser from ’Dangerous Laughter’ (via invisiblestories)

(via gravellyrun)

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poetfire:

King said in an interview that this photograph was taken as he tried to explain to his daughter Yolanda why she could not go to Funtown, a whites-only amusement park in Atlanta. King claims to have been tongue-tied when speaking to her. “One of the most painful experiences I have ever faced was to see her tears when I told her Funtown was closed to colored children, for I realized the first dark cloud of inferiority had floated into her little mental sky.”