January 2012
31 posts
“A great teacher can offer an escape from poverty to the child who dreams beyond...”
– President Obama, SOTU (via girlwithalessonplan)
It Was Like This: You Were Happy
lonelyandlistless:
by Jane Hirshfield
It was like this: you were happy, then you were sad then happy again, then not.
It went on. You were innocent or you were guilty. Actions were taken, or not.
At times you spoke, at other times you were silent. Mostly, it seems you were silent - what could you say?
Now it is almost over.
Like a lover, your life bends down and kisses your life.
It does...
“‘I’ll be looking for you, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find...”
– Philip Pullman (The Amber Spyglass (His Dark Materials, #3))
“Who hasn’t asked himself, am I a monster or is this what it means to be human?”
– Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star (via millionsmillions)
(via awritersruminations)
“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places....”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via darkcanuck)
“Only because it’s still so raw and real. Soon it’ll just be a series of images...”
– (via grieving-corner)
“Hope
Smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering ‘it...”
– Alfred Lord Tennyson (via thoughtsdetained)
“I feel like my life is so scattered right now. Like it’s all the small pieces of...”
– John Green and David Levithan , Will Grayson, Will Grayson (via thoughtsdetained)
December 2011
21 posts
“One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via saddest-summer)
“Even a map cannot show you
the way back to a place
that no longer exists.”
– Sandra M. Castillo, from “Christmas, 1970” (via risky wiver)
Skeptic's guide to the internet
Whenever I see a picture of a sleeping animal, for a brief moment I think to myself “oh god, I hope that animal is really sleeping and not dead.”
But you were young, and you had Plenty of time: Going west,
You slept on the train and did not smile. Under you the plains widened, turned silver.
You slept with your mouth open.
You were nothing, You were snow falling through the ribs Of the dead.
You were all I had.
— L. Levis