We make such messes in this life, both accidentally and on purpose. But wiping the surface clean doesn’t really make anything neater. It just masks what is below. It’s only when you really dig down deep, go underground, that you can see who you really are.
from What Happened to Goodbye by Sarah Dessen
Oct 20, 2012
Because what is more like love than the ocean? You can play in it, drown in it. It can be clear and bright enough to hurt your eyes, or covered in fog; hidden behind a curve of road, and then suddenly there in full glory. Its waves come like breaths, in and out, in and out, body stretched to forever in its possibilities and yet its heart lies deep, not fully knowable, inconceivably majestic.
from Honey, Baby, Sweetheart by Deb Caletti
from Honey, Baby, Sweetheart by Deb Caletti
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 17, 2012
Where's my butterfly?
Whisper a wish to a butterfly and it will fly up to heaven and make it come true.
source unknown
// the new butterfly effect
me, myself and what I say
I don't necessarily agree with everything I say.
- Marshall McLuhan
// it's just my mouth and my brain, not me.
So on a summer’s day waves collect, overbalance, and fall; collect and fall; and the whole world seems to be saying ‘that is all’ more and more ponderously, until even the heart in the body which lies in the sun on the beach says too, that is all. Fear no more, says the heart. Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall. And the body alone listens to the passing bee; the wave breaking; the dog barking, far away barking and barking.
from Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
from Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
Oct 15, 2012
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