Wisława Szymborska, tr. by Joanna Trzeciak, from Miracle Fair: Selected Poems of Wisława Szymborska; “Water”
next time you stand in a public place think about the fact that everyone around you have sobbed until they felt they would break at least once in their life, every single one has been nervous, scared. they’ve all felt small once, insecure too. they’ve all felt so alone they thought their chest would cave in on itself, wishing someone would see them and hug them. they’ve laughed until their stomach cramped too, they’ve all seen or felt a sunset, they’ve all loved something or someone, they all want to be loved too. everyone else is a lot more human than we tend to give them credit for
Henry Miller, from a letter to Anaïs Nin, featured in “A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953″
Mahmoud Darwish, from Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems; “The Hoopoe,”
Taisia Kitaiskaia, The Nightgown and Other Poems; from 'The Folklore'
What do I have to do with this world?!
my relationship with this world is like that of a traveler on a hot summer’s day, who seeks shade under a tree for an hour, then moves on.
The Prophet صَلَّى اللَّهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ {Sahih al-Jami (no. 5545)}
“I watch him in the kitchen, and I think of how much it hurts to love somebody. How deep the hurt is, how almost unbearable. It’s not the love that hurts; it’s the possibility of anything happening to the object of your love.”
— Augusten Burroughs, Magical Thinking
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“I wonder if I will ever find a language to speak of the things that haunt me the most.”
Bao Phi
“The real goodbye is the one that happens slowly, over time, wordlessly. There is no ‘see you again.’ There are no future plans. You stop checking up on each other, and eventually you go back to being strangers.”
— we can’t just “be friends”
"We never realize how frozen we are until someone starts to melt our ice"
— Bridgett Devoue