I may not know you as I wish to know you…
…but your heart echoes back to mine.
"A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry,
and see a fine picture every day of his life
in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful,
which God has implanted in the human soul."
-- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
…but your heart echoes back to mine.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix’d equally; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.
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”We are all very anxious to be understood, and it is very hard not to be. But there is one thing much more necessary.’
‘What is that, grandmother?’
‘To understand other people.’
‘Yes, grandmother. I must be fair - for if I’m not fair to other people, I’m not worth being understood myself. I see.’”
— George MacDonald, The Princess and the Goblin
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Hold You In My Arms
The one, the only: Ray Lamontagne.
trust your heart
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if the seas catch fire
(and live by love
though the stars walk backward)
untitled by Meg Brooke on Flickr.
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Today I said goodbye in that sing-songy way that you do when sunlight is spilling in through the window and you want to be heard from another room. The way that you do when you expect to see someone again.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
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every day.
She said she knew she was able to fly because when she came down she always had dust on her fingers from touching the light bulbs.
J.D. Salinger (via allthingssoulful)
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