“There are some people who could hear you speak a thousand words, and still not understand you. And there are others who will understand — without you even speaking a word.”—Yasmin Mogahed (via sleepystoryteller)
“Someone spoke to me last night,
told me the truth. Just a few words,
but I recognized it.
I knew I should make myself get up,
write it down, but it was late,
and I was exhausted from working
all day in the garden, moving rocks.
Now, I remember only the flavor—
not like food, sweet or sharp.
More like a fine powder, like dust.
And I wasn’t elated or frightened,
but simply rapt, aware.
That’s how it is sometimes—
God comes to your window,
all bright light and black wings,
and you’re just too tired to open it.”—"Dust," Dorianne Laux (via commovente)
“Few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that find its way into its heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later - no matter how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget - we will return.”—The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon (via emauxetcamees)
“You know these things as thoughts, but your thoughts are not your experiences, they are an echo and after-effect of your experiences: as when your room trembles when a carriage goes past. I however am sitting in the carriage, and often I am the carriage itself. In a man who thinks like this, the dichotomy between thinking and feeling, intellect and passion, has really disappeared. He feels his thoughts. He can fall in love with an idea. An idea can make him ill.”—Friedrich Nietzsche, from Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via violentwavesofemotion)
I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I’d cry for a week.