(Source: bookriot)
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(Reblogged from daywhite)
I believe that maturity is not an outgrowing, but a growing up: that an adult is not a dead child, but a child who survived. I believe that all the best faculties of a mature human being exist in the child… . that one of the most deeply human, and humane, of these faculties is the power of imagination.
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Language of the Night: Essays on Fantasy and Science Fiction (via jerzee55)
Let’s belly dance!
Books are uniquely portable magic.
… Stephen King
I have heard this music about a 100 times since past few days and I want to keep hearing it again and again. This must be love. I am in love with this music.
Love After Love
– Derek Walcott
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
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(Reblogged from kevinharling1-deactivated201204)
I don’t know where you are, but you’re living right now, somewhere on this earth. And one day you and I are going to touch this gate where I’m touching it now. Your hand will touch this very wood, here! Then we’ll walk through and we’ll be full of a future and of a past and we’ll be to each other like no one else has ever been. We can’t meet now, I don’t know why. But some day our questions will be answers and we’ll be caught in something so bright…and every step I take is one step closer on a bridge we must cross to meet.
Richard Bach (via aquaticuss)