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Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
 Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP (via wordsnquotes)
To try to write love is to confront the muck of language; that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive (by the limitless expansion of the ego, by emotive submersion) and impoverished (by the codes on which love diminishes and levels it).
Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse (via man-of-prose)
You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in transformation. Sometimes the longest connections yield very little growth, while the briefest of encounters change everything. The heart doesn’t wear a watch - it’s timeless. It doesn’t care how long you know someone. It doesn’t care if you had a 40 year anniversary if there is no juice in the connection. What the heart cares about is resonance. Resonance that opens it, resonance that enlivens it, resonance that calls it home. And when it finds it, the transformation begins…
Jeff Brown (via cosmofilius)
Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters.
Ernest Hemingway (via likeafieldmouse)
There are poets who sing you to sleep
and poets who ready you for war
and I want to be both.
Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
How can emptiness be so heavy?
Six Word Story  (via naughty-illusions)
Do not be fooled, my friend
this world is not to be trusted.
It will intoxicate you with its
sweet drink and suddenly
desert you and wrap its arms
around another lover.
Rumi (via theantidote)
A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.
Rumi, Words of Paradise: Selected Poems of Rumi (via hqlines)
Certe domande si fanno soltanto per rendere più esplicita l’assenza di risposta.
José Saramago (via genesisofsupernova)
I don’t know that we are actually human at this point, those of us who are like most of us, who grew up with TV and movies and now the Internet. If we are betrayed, we know the words to say; when a loved one dies, we know the words to say. If we want to play the stud or the smart-ass or the fool, we know the words to say. We are all working from the same dog-eared script.
It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless Automat of characters.
And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul mate because we don’t have genuine souls.
It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I’m not a real person and neither is anyone else.
Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl (via lovinglifeandlaughter)
Oh soul, you worry too much. Your arms are heavy with treasures of all kinds.
Rumi  (via mercurieux)