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Waktu berjalan ke Barat di waktu pagi hari matahari mengikutiku di belakang. Aku berjalan mengikuti bayang-bayangku sendiri yang memanjang di depan. Aku dan matahari tidak bertengkar tentang siapa di antara kami yang telah menciptakan bayang-bayang, aku dan bayang-bayang tidak bertengkar tentang siapa di antara kami yang harus berjalan di depan. ↗

— Sapardi Djoko Damono

#inspirational #lyrical #philosophy #poetry #poetry-quotes

Lord, you're the only one I can truly confide in without you judging me, or throwing dirt back in my face months later. ↗

— Colishia S. Benjamin

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No thought is a stupid thought, those who are thoughtless are thought of as stupid. ↗

— Nate Spears

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A hole in the ground is only deep with the sky to compare it to. ↗

— Jake Wilson

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Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road-- Only wakes upon the sea. Caminante, son tus huellas el camino, y nada más; caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante, no hay camino, sino estelas en la mar. ↗

— Antonio Machado

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Were knowledge all, what were our need To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed? ↗

— Christopher Brennan

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What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute. ↗

— Aberjhani

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There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't. ↗

— Jeffrey McDaniel

#life #love #poetry #women #writing

How I go to the woods Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours. Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing. If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#love #nature #poetry #prayer #spirituality

In the final analysis it is between you and God, it was never between you and them anyway. ↗

— Mother Teresa

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