#try

With your goal you make the one. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#goal #goals #literature #literature-quotes #one

Procreation annihilates eternity. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #eternity #literature #literature-quotes #philosophy

Although personal calling I sense, Who am I? even if I am, I don't know. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#circling #dejan-stojanovic #literature #literature-quotes #personal-calling

Everything and nothing are the same in the Absolute. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #everything #nothing #philosophy #poetry

The game itself is bigger than the winning. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #game #games #literature #literature-quotes

Serious affairs and history are carefully laid snares for the uninformed. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#books #dejan-stojanovic #history #literature #literature-quotes

The Girl With Many Eyes One day in the park I had quite a surprise. I met a girl who had many eyes. She was really quite pretty (and also quite shocking!) and I noticed she had a mouth, so we ended up talking. We talked about flowers, and her poetry classes, and the problems she'd have if she ever wore glasses. It's great to know a girl who has so many eyes, but you really get wet when she breaks down and cries. ↗

— Tim Burton

#poetry #breaking-up

Love. Because of you, in gardens of blossoming Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer Remember your hands; how did your lips Feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that Have neither voice nor sight. I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes. Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to My vague memory of you. I live with pain That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will Make to me an irreperable harm. Your caresses enfold me, like climbing Vines on melancholy walls. I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to Glimpse you in every window. Because of you, the heady perfumes of Summer pain me; because of you, I again Seek out the signs that precipitate desires: Shooting stars, falling objects. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#poetry #love

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