lighthouse of quotes

For now she need not think about anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of—to think; well, not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself.
—  Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
I don’t want to feel fireworks when I kiss you,
I want to feel like I’ve been lost at sea and you are the shining beacon guiding me home, into your arms,
where I belong.
—  Rachael Louise

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
   The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
   Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
   Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
   The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
   The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
   The best lack all conviction, while the worst
   Are full of passionate intensity.

   Surely some revelation is at hand;
   Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
   The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
   When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
   Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
   A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
   A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
   Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
   Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

   The darkness drops again but now I know
   That twenty centuries of stony sleep
   Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
   And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
   Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

—  The Second Coming, William Butler Yeats

“As a child,
I couldn’t sleep alone
In fear
Of monsters
Lurking in the corner
Or ghastly hands
That will snatch me
in the dead of the night.
I rely on oceans
of blankets
And it’s deafening
to drown my worries
For another night.

Now that i’m older
I can’t sleep alone
In fear
Of monsters
Lurking in my mind
Or ghastly hands
That will snatch you
from my arms
in the dead of the night

Beneath the oceans
of blankets
and waves
of troubles
Wrapping me up

The shore
of your arms
and the winds
of your calm breathing
assure me that
This isn’t silence

But peace.”