It’s not about what you know, it’s about what you can prove.
— Film: Training Day (via hqlines)
One moth lighting on the sink
in a dark apartment years ago.
You point, should I catch it?
Oh never mind.
A million motions later, I open my hand,
and it is there.
— Naomi Shihab Nye, closing strophe to “Sure,” from The Made Thing: An Anthology of Contemporary Southern Poetry, edited by Leon Stokesbury(University of Arkansas Press, 1987)
Nobody really knew anything. People lived; they went here and there about the earth and rode through forests; so much seemed to challenge or to promise, and so many sights to stir our longing: an evening star, a blue harebell, a lake half-covered in green reeds, the eyes of beasts and human eyes; and always it was as though something would happen, something never seen and yet sighed for, as though a veil would be pulled back off the world; till the feeling passed, and there had been nothing.
— Hermann Hesse (Narcissus and Goldmund, 1930)
I don’t understand about complementary colors and what they say. Side by side that both get bright, together they both get grey.
— Fiona Apple “Red Red Red” (via poemsofthequiet)