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...most events are inexpressible, and take place in a sphere that no word has ever entered. Most inexpressible of all are works of art, existences full of secrets whose life continues alongside ours, while ours is transitory.


Rainier Marie Rilke


#letters-to-a-young-poet #poetry #writing #art

...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field...


John Geddes


#field #furrow-lines #grid #nature #orange-abacus

...at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door...


John Geddes


#dawn #nature #poetry #sleep #the-world

...across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight...


John Geddes


#field #loneliness #nature #poetry-quotes #twilight

It is natural to feel helpless when attempting the impossible.


George Hammond


#nature

I like the look of agony, because I know it's true


Emily Dickinson


#posthumous #nature

I hear he liked flowers pretty well." "Yes," said Annie, "he said they were the friends who always came back and never disappointed him." --"Out, Brief Candle


Kurt Vonnegut


#disappointment #flowers #friends #nature #nature

God is Infinite Wisdom, and Power, and Goodness - and LOVE; but if this idea is too vast for your human faculties - if your mind loses itself in its overwhelming infinitude, fix it on Him who condescended to take our nature upon Him, who was raised to Heaven even in His glorified human body, in whom the fulness of the Godhead shines.


Anne Brontë


#goodness #jesus-christ #love #power #wisdom

Nothing is inanimate; what is the rest is our interpretation.


Dejan Stojanovic


#dejan-stojanovic #inanimate #inanimate-objects #interpretation #literature

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?


Emily Brontë


#poetry #death






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