#los

THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found. No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#found #girl #hungry #ireland #lost

There’s something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they’re so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can’t. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#beautiful-creatures #beautiful-darkness #closeness #distance #far

The stars look like they're so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can't. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#stars #beauty

The beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it, but the way those atoms are put together. ↗

— Carl Sagan

#beauty #cosmos #philosophy #science #universe

Before I can live with other folks I’ve got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience. ↗

— Harper Lee

#philosophy #wisdom #life

The deepest wounds aren't the ones we get from other people hurting us. They are the wounds we give ourselves when we hurt other people. ↗

— Isobelle Carmody

#life #philosophical #wounds #life

You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been. ↗

— Aberjhani

#faith #healing #inner-peace #innocence #life-and-death

I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself. ↗

— Robin McKinley

#grief #heartbreak #loss #sorrow #beauty

O how incomprehensible everything was, and actually sad, although it was also beautiful. One knew nothing. One lived and ran about the earth and rode through forests, and certain things looked so challenging and promising and nostalgic: a star in the evening, a blue harebell, a reed-green pond, the eye of a person or a cow. And sometimes it seemed that something never seen yet long desired was about to happen, that a veil would drop from it all, but then it passed, nothing happened, the riddle remained unsolved, the secret spell unbroken, and in the end one grew old and looked cunning . . . or wise . . . and still one knew nothing perhaps, was still waiting and listening. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#literature #philosophy #understanding #beauty

And, you know, my dad would show me some things sometimes, but the best things that I got to do were to actually see really good players play up close. That gives you an idea of fingering and technique and what not. ↗

— Dweezil Zappa

#best #close #dad #gives #good