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#quote #dickens #great expectations #life quote #romantic quote #love quotes #love #poets on tumblr

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emily dickinson

hope is the thing with feathers

that perches in the soul

and sings the tune without the words

and never stops at all -

and sweetest in the gale is heard

and sore must in the storm

that could abash the little bird

that kept so many warm

i've heard it in the chillest land

and in the strangest sea

yet never in the extremity

it asked a crumb -of me

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tell all the truth but tell it slant

success in circuit lies

to bright for our infirm delight

the truth's superb surprise

as lightening to children eased

with explanation kind

the truth must dazzle gradually

or every man be blind

#poem #poetry #dickinson #emily dickinson

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oh wtf else have i been missing in 2009

the second most fucked up part of the folgers incest commercial is the brother is coming home from africa and his reaction to the folgers is "finally, real coffee"

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“You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy.”

— C. JoyBell C.

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These are the did-you-come-yets of the western world, the feather and fin rufflers. Pity for them they have no wisdom.

Others will bite at any bait. Maggot, suspender, or dead worm. Throw them to the sharks.

In time one will crawl out from under thigh-land. Although drowning he will say, ‘Woman I am terrified, why is this house shaking?

And you’ll know he’s the one.

#poem #poetry #rita ann higgins

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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,

I love you directly without problems or pride:

I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,

except in this form in which I am not nor are you,

so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,

so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

Pablo Neruda, “One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII” from The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems

#poetry #poems #sonnet #pablo neruda

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When love beckons to you, follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to

him,

Though the sword hidden among his

pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in

him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams

as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he

crucify you. Even as he is for your growth

so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and

caresses your tenderest branches that quiver

in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots and

shake them in their clinging to the earth.

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Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto

himself.

He threshes you to make you naked.

He sifts you to free you from your husks.

He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred

fire, that you may become sacred bread for

God’s sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you

that you may know the secrets of your

heart, and in that knowledge become a

fragment of Life’s heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only

love’s peace and love’s pleasure,

Then it is better for you that you cover

your nakedness and pass out of love’s

threshing-floor,

Into the seasonless world where you

shall laugh, but not all of your laughter,

and weep, but not all of your tears.

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Love gives naught but itself and takes

naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be

possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say,

“God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am

in the heart of God.”

And think not you can direct the course

of love, for love, if it finds you worthy,

directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil

itself.

But if you love and must needs have

desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook

that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own under-

standing of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart

and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate

love’s ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with grati-

tude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the

beloved in your heart and a song of praise

upon your lips.

#gibran #poem #poetry #on love #love #romantic

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It had been ten years—ten long years since she had heard her mother’s voice. But she heard it then over the force of her weeping, as clear as if she knelt beside her.

Fireheart—why do you cry?

“Because I am lost,” she whispered onto the earth. “And I do not know the way.”

#throne of glass #heir of fire #aelin whitethorn #aelin galythinius #fireheart #sjmaas #quote #books #reading

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i was thinking about the two of us together, and then about myself again. i was at that age, that time of life when every sight, every feeling, every thought came back like a boomerang , to me. and worse, i was in love.

- MURAKAMI , norwegian wood

#quotes #books #reading #murakami #norwegian wood #life #life quotes #romantic aesthetic

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#quotes #positivity #life quotes #writing #books #john green #great perhaps

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i can't re start my life , but i can start a new instagram account and sadly, sometimes that feels like the same thing.

#quotes #life #instagram

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#poem #poetry

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the real tragedy of the hunger games is that peeta mellark will never be himself again

#peeta mellark #hunger games #katniss stan #peeta stan #katniss and peeta #hunger games fanfiction

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Sometime in middle school i picked up my first novel and i learnt how to fly.

#booksreader #books and libraries #quotes #book lover #books

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chapter 5

he walks out of the night, from somewhere in the house where he had been lingering. how long had he been here for ? did anyone hear me scream ? i doubt it ,the rain is too loud, the old lady who lives in the house to our right is almost deaf and lives alone and to the other side lives a man who works in the committee. is he home yet? will he come to save me from this stranger? the intruder is a…

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May Report

i've read 12 books in May, twelve complete books. it sounds so spectacularly stand offish that even i have a hard time believing i've done it. but i have, and at every moment since i started reading again, i have felt this void in me, this addiction, this unattached puzzle piece that requires new and varied words to come and fit in , to complete me.

i've breathed in the smell of books for this whole month , so much so that now nothing smells as good. food and water and air fall out of consequence somehow when the mind is wrapped into something so good. so comforting.

i read the entire court of thorns and roses collection from ACOTAR to ACOSF (if you know you know.). i read the first throne of glass book, the first 2 books of the red queen series, metamorphosis by franz kafka , the outsiders and the 14th re reading of pride and prejudice.

my tastes are varied and fantastical at the same time, i know. i don't read for the knowledge in it, or the enrichment it brings to the tongue. i read because there is no better way to escape the mind. to escape the walls inside you that close in every moment you stay still ; the ones that you push back with art and music and poetry and literature. because , as the dead poet's society has taught me, those are the things we live for.

and romance. how i have been starved these last three years when i paused my reading habit. romance is an art in itself , one that many authors can weave into books . but some, make their words jump out of pages and embed into your soul like one of those mating bonds that SJMaas loves . golden threads from me entangling with those of fictional people in books, forming attachments and making changes within myself and around me.

at the end of this experience, i do not dare acknowledge how much i have been altered. i will try though - i feel like my heart , after such a long time, is weightless. everything i say feels poetic to me, my every thought dances with flames and rolls like waves at the same time.

i feel heat altered, cage protected and yet so , so free.

and today i write this, for myself. for the future me to read this and remember what it felt like to completely surrender yourself to books and become something more. something you love.

today i write this to tell myself to read even more and deeply.

there is another life to be found in pages. so many other lives.

#books #bibliophile #reading #acotar #acomaf #love reading #love books #note to future self #writing #literature #quotes