#try

Pagan At home in the countryside I make the decision to leave your book --overdue at the library-- face up, 'promiscuous' out in the sun. Pagan. I laugh to see this was our religion all along. Hidden even from ourselves taught early not to touch the earth. Years of white gloves straight seamed hose. 'Being good girls.' Scripture like chains. Dogma like flies. Smiles like locks and lies. ↗

— Alice Walker

#home

If only you could have witnessed how much I have changed: sit alone in a disused theatre and feel what I have felt, see how the world has transformed me, like the metamorphosis of a caterpillar. ↗

— Kiera Woodhull

#growing-up #independence #poetry #change

Wild creatures' eyes, the colonel said, Are innocent and fathomless And when I look at them I see That they are not aware of me And oh I find and oh I bless A comfort in this emptiness They only see me when they want To pounce upon me at the hunt; But in the tame variety There couches an anxiety As if they yearned, yet knew not what They yearned for, nor they yearned for not. And so my dog would look at me And it was pitiful to see Such love and such dependency. The human heart is not at ease With animals that look like these. ↗

— Stevie Smith

#poetry #love

Love is a fire that burns unseen, A wound that aches yet isn't felt, An always discontent contentment, A pain that rages without hurting, A longing for nothing but to long, A loneliness in the midst of people, A never feeling pleased when pleased, A passion that gains when lost in thought. ↗

— Luís Vaz de Camões

#love

He lived to near the things he loved to seem poetical. ↗

— E.M. Forster

#love #passion #poetry #love

History is a hermaphrodite with many distinguished lovers. We are neither mysteries nor strangers but the living breath of revelation made flesh by the unrestrained desires of a free and universal love. Universal me. Universal you.” --from Past Present and Future are One ↗

— Aberjhani

#history #philosophy #poetry #spirituality #theories

Sabe Deus se te amei! sabem as noites Essa dor que alentei, que tu nutrias! Sabe este pobre coração que treme Que a esperança perdeu porque mentias! ↗

— Álvares de Azevedo

#lies #love #love

...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #moon #pines #poetry #snow

...I don't want security - to be self-assured - I want to risk my heart in making your portrait and be paid the wages of your devotion... ↗

— John Geddes

#heart #poetry-quotes-love #risk #security #self-assurance

... only a seer or a lover would know that I'm making a jewelry of words for you -drawn from your essence -to flash and burn with your fire -so you can bedazzle with your own light ... ↗

— John Geddes

#fire #jewelery #light #love #lover