January 2012
“I think of how perhaps the best way to fly would be with hands full of earth, so...”
– Ally Condie (Matched)
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“I have loved stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
– Galileo Galilei
“Sometimes I think I have given out my love to too many ideas and places and...”
– April Xiong, “Where I Write #21: On the Edge of Sky and Sea”
“But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow,...”
– Margaret Atwood
“First you hear the words
and they are like all other words:
ordinary,...”
– Ruth Stone, from “The Wound”
“I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I...”
– Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
“The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are...”
– Lemony Snicket
“I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”
– John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
The Language of Flowers
Agapanthus - Love letters
Camellia (red) - You’re a flame in my heart
Carnation (red) - My heart aches for you; admiration
Gloxinia - Love at first sight
Hibiscus - Delicate beauty
Hyacinth (white) - Loveliness; I’ll pray for you
Lily (white) - Virginity; purity; majesty; it’s heavenly to be with you
Primrose - I can’t live without you; early youth; young love
...
I almost went to bed without remembering the four white violets I put in the button-hole of your green sweater and how I kissed you then and you kissed me shy as though I’d never been your lover. Leonard Cohen
“You’re not dead, but you’re not alive either. You’re a ghost with a beating...”
– Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls
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Rivermaya - You’ll Be Safe Here
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“The hand had collapse,
a small wood pigeon
that had gone into seclusion.
I...”
– Anne Sexton, The Touch
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frozenfirs asked: If I may ask, why did you pick your url name, and what does it mean?
“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and...”
– Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth
You want to ask, am I lonely? Well, of course, lonely as a woman driving across country day after day, leaving behind mile after mile little towns she might have stopped and lived and died in, lonely
If I’m lonely it must be the loneliness of waking first, of breathing dawn’s first cold breath on the city of being the one awake in a house wrapped in sleep
If I’m lonely it’s with the...
“9 I broke your heart.
Now barefoot I tread
on shards.
17
...”
– Vera Pavlova, If There Is Something to Desire
