Seldom With The Soul
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming. 

[McGinley/Neruda]

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.

[McGinley/Neruda]

whisper it louder

whisper it louder

Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room. - c. strayed

Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.

- c. strayed

You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame; How could you become new if you haven’t first become ashes?
- Friedrich Nietzsche

You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame;
How could you become new if you haven’t first become ashes?

- Friedrich Nietzsche

From which stars have we fallen to meet each other here? [d. buetti/f. nietzsche]


From which stars have we fallen to meet each other here?

[d. buetti/f. nietzsche]

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way. - A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way.

- A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens

I look out the window and I see the lights and the skyline and the people on the street rushing around looking for action, love, and the world’s greatest chocolate chip cookie, and my heart does a little dance.  [J. Hoskyn/N. Ephron]

I look out the window and I see the lights and the skyline and the people on the street rushing around looking for action, love, and the world’s greatest chocolate chip cookie, and my heart does a little dance.

[J. Hoskyn/N. Ephron]

Since beginningless time and into the never-ending future, men have loved women without telling them, and the Lord has loved them without telling, and the void is not the void because there’s nothing to be empty of. - Kerouac

Since beginningless time and into the never-ending future, men have loved women without telling them, and the Lord has loved them without telling, and the void is not the void because there’s nothing to be empty of.

- Kerouac

happy birthday, seldom with the soul

this kid turns two today!

It’s too cold outside for angels to fly- Sintra, Novembro 2013

It’s too cold outside for angels to fly

- Sintra, Novembro 2013

Let the statues crumbleYou have always been the place

Let the statues crumble
You have always been the place

Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that.
[r. mcginley/a.condie]

Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that.

[r. mcginley/a.condie]

It takes some, all their lives to find the Other. What a beautiful third act.

(Source: kateoplis)

apoetreflects:

Richard Leach, 7 Words, Distressed page from old poetry book on playing card, n.d.

apoetreflects:

Richard Leach, 7 Words, Distressed page from old poetry book on playing card, n.d.

(Source: nearlya, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

Who said that love was fire? I know that love is ash. It is the thing which remains When the fire is spent, The holy essence of experience. [p. worth/r. prideaux]

Who said that love was fire?
I know that love is ash.
It is the thing which remains
When the fire is spent,
The holy essence of experience.

[p. worth/r. prideaux]