There it is; the light across the water. Your story. Mine. His. It has to be seen to be believed. And it has to be heard. In the endless babble of narrative, in spite of the daily noise, the story waits to be heard. Some people say that the best stories have no words. It is true that words drop away, and that the important things are often left unsaid. The important things are learned in faces, in gestures, not in our locked tongues. The true things are too big or too small, or in any case always the wrong size to fit in the template called language.
Jeanette Winterson. Today in the river.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
William Wordsworth (via introspectivepoet)
Let us look for secret things
somewhere in the world,
on the blue shore of silence…
Pablo Neruda (via songnsilence)
The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.
Marcus Aurelius (via obliviousowlsandbowties)
She reads. She reads. She reads words of splendour to comfort her soul.
Leila Hussein (via ma-demoiselle-cherie)
Look up at the miracle of the falling snow, – the air a dizzy maze of whirling, eddying flakes, noiselessly transforming the world, the exquisite crystals dropping in ditch and gutter, and disguising in the same suit of spotless livery all objects upon which they fall. How novel and fine the first drifts! The old, dilapidated fence is suddenly set off with the most fantastic ruffles, scalloped and fluted after an unheard-of fashion! Looking down a long line of decrepit stone-wall, in the trimming of which the wind had fairly run riot, I saw, as for the first time, what a severe yet master artist old Winter is.
+John Burroughs, Winter Sunshine (via litverve)
We have not yet made shoes that fit like sand
Nor clothes that fit like water
Nor thoughts that fit like air,
There is much to be done —
Arthur Dove, artist’s statement in catalogue, 1925
There is no 20th Century artist I admire more than Arthur Dove.(via stoicmike)
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.
Helen Keller (via elina-astra)
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