Jane Hirshfield: The World Loved By Moonlight

August 26, 2014 at 3:28 PM


You must try,
the voice said, to become colder.
I understood at once.
It is like the bodies of gods: cast in bronze,
braced in stone. Only something heartless
could bear the full weight.


August 23, 2014 at 1:31 PM

Absence, the highest form of presence.

— James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (via larmoyante)

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August 23, 2014 at 1:29 PM

so I looked away
and I waited
until you became a palm tree

or a crow

or the vast grey ocean of wind
or the vast grey ocean of mind

Leonard Cohen, Looking Away (via poemusicoffee)

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August 23, 2014 at 1:25 PM

Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide.

Donald Winnicott   (via mirroir)

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August 23, 2014 at 1:23 PM

Smells are unlike any other memories. They remain with us fully 100% forever on some remote desert island of the mind where they keep the lowest profile. If they’re not shaken awake by something, they lay silent and still like sleeping dogs under the table. But once roused, they return as completely as the moment we first encountered them.

— Jonathan Carroll (via browndresswithwhitedots)


August 23, 2014 at 12:58 PM

You cannot change your destination overnight, but you can change your direction overnight.

— Jim Rohn


August 23, 2014 at 12:19 PM

We all arrive by different streets,
by unequal languages, at Silence.

— Pablo Neruda, from “Still Another Day: XVII/Men” (via litverve)


August 22, 2014 at 4:56 PM

Still, for whatever reason—
perhaps because the winter is so long
and the sky so black-blue,

or perhaps because the heart narrows
as often as it opens—
I am grateful

that red bird comes all winter
firing up the landscape
as nothing else can do.

Mary Oliver, closing lines to “Red Bird,” from Red Bird (Beacon Press, 2008)

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August 22, 2014 at 12:17 PM


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August 22, 2014 at 11:59 AM

Many people think of perfectionism as striving to be your best, but it is not about self-improvement; it’s about earning approval and acceptance.

— Brene Brown