— (via howitzerliterarysociety)
Intricate Spiderwebs Out Of Lace by Jenine Shereos
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“No,” Carol said with another smile. “I’m nothing.”
“The hardest thing to be. ❞
— The Price of Salt, Patricia Highsmith (via yourockedmylife)
— Patricia Highsmith, Strangers on a Train. (via theburnthatkeepseverything)
— Robert Bringhurst
I wanted to save something beautiful for you.
The last three jewels of glistening pomegranate
balanced in the palm of my hand before I ate them.
The morning birdsong in the lemon tree after you left for work,
the memory of last night’s rain still written on the lawn.
Or earlier, the haunting roundness of the moon
over the canyon just before dawn when I couldn’t sleep,
standing at the window, looking back at you, your body
floating in the watery moonlight of our sheets.
I mean something really beautiful, my love.
I wanted to save all of this for you.
But I couldn’t. It didn’t last. It never does.
That brief moment of grace when the ordinary shines so exquisitely.
At the end of the day you will return to us, as you always do,
and we will both be tired, empty, distracted, spent.
Everything more chaotic, more fragile, than when you left.
—Emily Montgomery, from “Something Beautiful,” Rattle #43 (Spring 2014)
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra (via tat-art)
— Isabelle Eberhardt, The Nomad: The Diaries of Isabelle Eberhardt (via mythologyofblue)
But one thing does not change.
In all of my years, one thing does not change,
However you disguise it, this thing does not change:
The perpetual struggle of Good and Evil. ❞
T.S. Eliot, The Rock
Absolutely true. We can ignore it but this struggle goes on all around us. The question is, in each instance that we witness, on which side of the divide do we stand? —Nobody