February 2012
32 posts
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A Blade of Grass by Brian Patten
You ask for a poem. I offer you a blade of grass. You say it is not good enough. You ask for a poem. I say this blade of grass will do. It has dressed itself in frost, It is more immediate Than any image of my making. You say it is not a poem, It is a blade of grass and grass Is not quite good enough. I offer you a blade of grass. You are...
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“a purpose of life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.” - kurt vonnegut
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“You really don’t think about getting older. First of all, you’re aging together and, when you see a person constantly, you don’t notice big changes. Like you don’t notice, oh you’re getting a little wrinkle here and tomorrow you say, oh it’s a little deeper. No those are things that just happen. You don’t pay attention to those things....
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“photographers spend years or even a whole lifetime, trying to capture moments that added together, don’t even amount to a couple of hours.” - james lalropui keivom
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“the liveliness of literature lies in its exceptionality, in being the individual, idiosyncratic vision of one human being, in which, to our delight and great surprise, we may find our own vision reflected.”
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remember then that there is only one important time, and that time is now. the most important one is always the one you are with. and the most important thing is to do good for the one who is standing at your side. for these, my dear boy, are the answers to what is most important in this world.
- Jon J Muth, The Three Questions
new zealand//january 2012
these little guys make me wish i had a snow globe collection :)
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"jesus, do you love me too? that much? if you do,...
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every song you love, every memory you cherish, every moment that has moved you to holy tears has been given to you from the One who has been pursuing you from your first breath in order to win your heart. this romancing is immensely personal. it will be as if it has been scripted for your heart. he knows what takes your breath away, knows what makes your heart beat faster.
a few...
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pen thought, you are like me. you like your little pockets of solitude, but you’re not made for being alone for long. there were people who could live on their own and be happy, and then there were people like pen and margaret who need the falling together, the daily work of giving and taking and talk and touch.
- Marisa de los Santos, Falling Together, 210
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[she] watched him search for the word. his english was fluid, even formal, eloquent. it wasn’t his command of the language that was failing him, she saw; it was that when it came to love, sometimes language just failed.
- Marisa de los Santos, Falling Together, 280
#bookquotes
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Forget
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tylerknott:
Why do we forget that the snow was born to melt and the leaves were born to fall and the sun was born to set? Why do we forget that the snow was born to dance and the leaves were born to float and the sun was born to rise?
#tylerknott
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“leave?” she said. “but we loved her.”
her voice filled the air inside his car, and the pain and sincere bafflement in it sent him to where he had, for so long, tried to avoid going: back to her tiny kitchen table, to her telling him, with that same painful confusion, that he could not leave—how could he leave?—when she loved him.
he realized...
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“it’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them—and they simply don’t need you. that’s all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. and they’ll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on—this desperate need—and only once in a rare...
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“that is part of the beauty of literature. you discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. you belong.” - f. scott fitzgerald
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hahah, these are fantastic. :)
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January 2012
37 posts
faithful little things
“the Lord has not chosen these.” so he asked jesse, “are these all the sons you have?” “there is still the youngest,” jesse answered. “he is tending the sheep.”
God loves to take little people, faithful little people and use them for big things- to magnify His greatness. it doesn’t matter how big i am, only how big my faithfulness is. is my faithfulness big enough for God’s dreams and...
sheldon: i don’t know what color lonely is. red is angry. yellow is frightened. green is jealous. and blue is depressed. perhaps we can assign a color to lonely.
raj: nothing rhymes with orange, it’s probably lonely.
sheldon: alright, come in. you look positively orange with loneliness.
- big bang theory, the wildebeest implementation
perhaps loneliness is the color white, light...
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“there is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved. it is God’s finger on man’s shoulder.” - charles morgan
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how is it possible to love someone and at the same time imagine separating from them, marrying and decorating a house with someone else? no, it was indispensable for us to contemplate what it would be like to grow old together and retire with our dentures to a bungalow by the sea.
- Alain de Botton, On Love, 152-153
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and this was the final lesson, the one that all the others had prepared him for. to touch and feel each thing in the world, to know it by sight and by name, and then to know it with your eyes closed so that when something is gone, it can be recognized by the shape of its absence. so that you can continue to possess the lost, because absence is the only constant thing. because you...
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“I am happiest when I know I am the cause of all your laughter.”
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Laugh Lines
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tylerknott:
I will measure my success in this life and my worth as a man a friend a lover and most simply as a human being by counting the number of laugh lines on your face when old age catches up.
marriage from a kid's perspective
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1. how do you decide who to marry?
You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming. - Alan, age 10
No person really decides before they grow up who they’re going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you’re stuck with. -...
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he had noticed that she often cuddled objects close to her—a winter coat, a pillow, a stuffed animal. she had a lot of hugs to give, but not enough people to give them to.
- James Patterson, Sundays At Tiffany’s, 31
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enwrapped in this closeness so completely, cocooned by it, [she] knew that this was what had been missing from her life, this feeling of wholeness and connection, fulfillment of her capacity to share the entirety of herself with all of another.
- Jeffrey Stepakoff, Fireworks Over Toccoa, 154
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the more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. it surprised him that strangers didn’t stop each other on the street to say i love you.
- Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated, 234
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what could he say to her? i am sharing everything with you, he thought. every time my chest expands with breath against yours, every time my heart beats in tempo with yours, i am sharing everything.
- Jeffrey Stepakoff, Fireworks Over Toccoa, 160
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(via lullabyexile)
language flatters our indecisions with its stability. it allows us to hide under an illusory permanence and fixity while the world changes minute by minute […] i was a man in love with a woman, but how much of the mobility and inconstance of my emotions could such words hope to carry? was there room in them for all the infidelity, boredom, irritation, and indifference...
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i would prefer you to compliment me on my brain than on my face, but if you must, then i would rather you comment on my smile [motor and muscle-controlled] than on my nose [static and tissue-based]. the desire is that i be loved even if i lost everything, leaving nothing but “me,” this mysterious “me” taken to be the self at its weakest, most vulnerable point. do you...