Small Things

"I live in the moment. Nothing is everything."

waxenneat:

Adventures with Saturday. Cathedral Grove / Cameron Lake / Stamp River Falls / J&L Drive-In

In order to arrive at what you are not,
you must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know,
and what you own is what you do not own,
and where you are is where you are not.

From East Coker by T.S. Eliot  (via yourlifeisbutyourown)

(Source: hush-syrup, via aesthetease)

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 h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: wineandyoga, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

I choose to love you in silence…
For in silence I find no rejection,

I choose to love you in loneliness…
For in loneliness no one owns you but me,

I choose to adore you from a distance…
For distance will shield me from pain,

I choose to kiss you in the wind…
For the wind is gentler than my lips,

I choose to hold you in my dreams…
For in my dreams, you have no end.

Forget the suffering
You caused others.
Forget the suffering
Others caused you.
The waters run and run,
Springs sparkle and are done,
You walk the earth you are forgetting.

Sometimes you hear a distant refrain.
What does it mean, you ask, who is singing?
A childlike sun grows warm.
A grandson and a great-grandson are born.
You are led by the hand once again.

The names of the rivers remain with you.
How endless those rivers seem!
Your fields lie fallow,
The city towers are not as they were.
You stand at the threshold mute.

—Czeslaw Milosz, “Forget” (via heteroglossia)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

There is a certain part of all of us that lives outside of time. Perhaps we become aware of our age only at exceptional moments and most of the time we are ageless.

—Milan Kundera

slaughterhouse90210:

“To say a person is a happy person or an unhappy person is ridiculous. We are a thousand different kinds of people every hour.”― Anthony Doerr, Memory Wall

slaughterhouse90210:

“To say a person is a happy person or an unhappy person is ridiculous. We are a thousand different kinds of people every hour.”
― Anthony Doerr, Memory Wall

nprontheroad:

The yield on this field is lousy. Zero bushels/acre. But still beautiful.

nprontheroad:

The yield on this field is lousy. Zero bushels/acre. But still beautiful.

always searchin’ for that kernel of gold…

always searchin’ for that kernel of gold…

(Source: explodingdog)