#meta

Whatever's born between us is ineffable, beyond adjective and allegory. I can create to rhythm within the measures of our narration. All poetry falls to disingenuous; every cadence is disjointed. These machines will never do us justice. . . . ↗

— Jake Wilson

#justice #love #metafiction #poetry #love

-But you don't really mean to say that you couldn't love me if my name wasn't Earnest? -But your name is Earnest. -Yes, I know it is. But supposing it was something else? ... -Ah! That is clearly a metaphysical speculation, and like most metaphysical speculations has very little reference at all to the actual facts or real life, as we know them. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#life

Alice Malloy had dark, stringy hair, and even her husband, who loved her more than he knew, was sometimes reminded by her lean face of a tenement doorway on a rainy day, for her countenance was long, vacant, and weakly lighted, a passage for the gentle transports and miseries of the poor. ↗

— John Cheever

#love

We are all butterflies. Earth is our chrysalis. ↗

— LeeAnn Taylor

#become #becoming #being #butterflies #butterfly

A season of loneliness and isolation is when the caterpillar gets its wings. Remember that next time you feel alone. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#aloneness #becoming-who-you-re-meant-to-be #being-alone #being-single #butterfly

GUIL (quietly): Where we went wrong was getting on a boat. We can move, of course, change direction, rattle about, but our movement is contained within a larger one that carries us along as inexorably as the wind and current… ↗

— Tom Stoppard

#life #metaphor #change

A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight. ↗

— Aberjhani

#dawn #famous-quotes #gardens #inspiration #language

Conscious Evolution "Conscious evolution inspires in us a mysterious and humble awareness that we have been created by this awesome process of evolution and are now being transformed by it." Barbara Marx Hubbard ↗

— Barbara Marx Hubbard

#inspirational

At first glance you looked at Kate and thought “fighter,” maybe merc. Five inches taller than me, she was all muscle—well, and some boobs—but mostly muscle. She moved like a predator and when she got pissed off, she exhaled aggression, like hot breath on a winter evening. Still, men looked, until they saw her eyes. Kate’s eyes were crazy. It was that hidden-deep crazy that told you that you had no idea what the hell she would do next but whatever it was, the bad guys wouldn’t like it. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#ilona-andrews #kate-daniels #men

Some ghosts or felt presences may simply be the essence of another living person projected outward while sleeping. ↗

— Doug Dillon

#inspiration #metaphysical #paranormal #supernatural #inspirational