Maybe Lately - Miracle Fortress
I met a wonderful new man. He’s fictional, but you can’t have everything.– The Purple Rose of Cairo (via balltillifall) (via suzywire)
A home without books is like a body without soul.– Marcus Tullius Cicero (via vega-ofthe-lyre)
Every moment I shape my destiny with a chisel, I am a carpenter of my own soul.– Rumi
you choose, you chose. poetry over prose
And a woman spoke, saying, “Tell us of Pain.” And he said: Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy; And you would accept...
The Incredible Shrinking Man
I was continuing to shrink, to become… what? The infinitesimal? What was I? Still a human being? Or was I the man of the future? If there were other bursts of radiation, other clouds drifting across seas and continents, would other beings follow me into this vast new world? So close — the infinitesimal and the infinite. But suddenly, I knew they were really the two ends of the same concept....
“It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain; of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature, and everlasting beauty of monotony.” — Benjamin Britten