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10 plays City Of Sin Linus Young
The leaves fall, lives fall, every little while
you can count with stirring love on a new loss
& an emptier place.
The style is black jade at all seasons, the style
is burning leaves and a shelving of moss
over each planted face.

John Berryman, from “191” of The Dream Songs (Noonday Press, 1994)

(Source: apoetreflects)

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
Oscar Wilde (via dwaless)

(Source: drunken-soberness)

I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.
Jonathan Carroll (via quotethat)
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Dear Mr. Nadeau:
As long as there is one upright man, as long as there is one compassionate woman, the contagion may spread and the scene is not desolate. Hope is the thing that is left to us, in a bad time. I shall get up Sunday morning and wind the clock, as a contribution to order and steadfastness.
Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say, the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society — things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed, sometimes rather suddenly. It is quite obvious that the human race has made a queer mess of life on this planet. But as a people we probably harbor seeds of goodness that have lain for a long time waiting to sprout when the conditions are right. Man’s curiosity, his relentlessness, his inventiveness, his ingenuity have led him into deep trouble. We can only hope that these same traits will enable him to claw his way out.
Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
Sincerely,
E. B. White

This yearning for new and distant scenes, this craving for freedom, release, forgetfulness — they were he admitted to himself, an impulse towards flight, flight from the spot which was the daily theatre of a rigid, cold, and passionate service.
Thomas Mann, Death in Venice (via journalofanobody)
The past beats inside me like a second heart.
John Banville, The Sea  (via analghesic)

(Source: sad-plath)

Do you believe such people are happy in the other world, sir? I’d give a great deal to know?
Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë (via awoundedrhymestale)
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It takes all the running you can do just to keep in the same place.
Lewis Carroll (via mycolorbook)
Do you ever wonder about plants feeling, being aware, perceiving even…They are in no hurry. While we rush around and speak in platitudes. It’s because we don’t trust our inner natures. There’s all this doubt, haste, lack of time to stop and think.
The Mirror (1975) dir. by Andrei Tarkovsky (via aglassofblue)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

79 plays Sideswiped Astronauts, etc

every time i feel like i’m feeling all right
i get punched in the gut of my absent mind