Wind stopped earth smelling of fallen blossoms Day almost over Too weary to comb my hair His belongings here He here no longer Everything useless Before I can say a word tears flow first At Twin Stream they say the spring still beautiful I too would like to go rowing in a light boat but I’m afraid that little boat on Twin Stream would not carry so much sorrow!
“She said, ‘I’m so afraid.’ And I said, ‘why?,’ and she said, ‘Because I’m so profoundly happy. Happiness like this is frightening.’ I asked her why and she said, ‘They only let you be this happy if they’re preparing to take something from you.’”—Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via larmoyante)
“Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth. We walk through it, yell into it, rake leaves, wash the dog, and drive cars in it. We breathe it deep within us. With every breath, we inhale millions of molecules of sky, heat them briefly, and then exhale them back into the world.”—Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses (via bokura)
“I have no faith in human perfectability. I think that human exertion will have no appreciable effect upon humanity. Man is now only more active - not more happy - nor more wise, than he was 6000 years ago.”—
Water doesn’t always cool the fire Sometimes it burns like fire. Swallows entire cities without coming up for air Will crash into the front of your house and shatter every window and child into a sky of infinate stars it is two-faced. A short skirt seducing two naked lovers into the rain
“Callar y quemarse es el castigo más grande que nos podemos echar encima.¿ De qué me sirvió a mí el orgullo y el no mirarte y el dejarte despierta noches y noches? ¡De nada! ¡Sirvió para echarme fuego encima! Porque tú crees que el tiempo cura y que las paredes tapan, y no es verdad, no es verdad. ¡Cuando las cosas llegan a los centros, no hay quien las arranque!”—Bodas de sangre- Federico García Lorca (via jesscgal)