"The day was beautiful, warm and clear. It was the end of August."
– Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
"The day was beautiful, warm and clear. It was the end of August."
– Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."
– Franz Kafka
Life is all about leaving people or things behind and continuing with time and then meeting new people and things which you eventually gonna leave behind again.
"Everything is burning, my soul, body, outside, inside, heart, flesh. Do you understand? Do you really understand?"
– María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus
Jean Cocteau to Jean Marais, 1939 / E. E. Cummings / A Warm Day by Louise Gluck / "Looking East" by Sara Linda Poly / "In the Stillness" by Sara Linda Poly / Debasish Mridha / Picture is from the Pinterest / Albert Camus / Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup by Emily Dickinson
When "Chelsea Dingman" wrote "I've been trying to go home my whole life."
– Lucia Dovičáková — Dreaming About Death on Pink Sofa (oil, canvas, 2022)
"The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day."
– Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (1861)
"To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June."
– Jean-Paul Sartre
– Charmaine J. Forde
"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."
– Franz Kafka
Mahmoud Darwish, From Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi) / Elizabeth Wurtzel, From Prozac Nation (Houghton Mifflin, 1994) / Artwork By Holly Warburto / Anne Carson, Wonderwater / Pedro Salinas, tr. By Ruth Katz Crispin, from Memory in My Hands: The Love Poetry of Pedro Salinas; "The voice I owe to you" / Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980 / Robert Hass, Praise
"A winter sky, a soft warmish December sky whose tender ash grey makes of the rose with its rotting shades a transparent flower of amber."
– Jean Lorrain, from Selected Poems; "Dropping Petals," written c. 1889
Oranges By Jean Little, Christopher Citro, "Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled With Shrieks", "Peace Is Every Step" Book by Thich Nhat Hanh, Picture is from the Pinterest, "We Are Okay" Novel by Nina LaCour, "How the simple art of cutting fruit can be an act of love" Perspective by Daniela Galarza in the Washington Post (published on July 25), Picture is from the Pinterest, Serious Concerns book by Wendy Cope, Both pictures are from the Pinterest
ما هو الحب في رأيك؟
أن تبتسم حين يبدأ احدهُم بالحديث معك، دون أن يخبرك شيءً مميزاً، فقط 'مرحباً.'
What do you think is love?
To smile when someone starts talking to you, without telling you anything special, just 'hello.'
– Mahmoud Darwish
"You are a museum. Some people will stay away cause they are simply not interested. Some will only explore the first floor because they find the whole thing intimidating. Some will only visit for the temporary exhibit and some will scan all the floors but won't learn any of the context. Only few will spend hours reading into the depths of what's on display and those are the ones who will cherish you."
– Written by "eviewhy" on Instagram
"You're asking me what I want for breakfast and I'm telling you about how when the worst thing happened, I didn't even cry. You're handing me a receipt from the laundromat down the street and I'm passing you a bundle of letters that I wrote to God when I was fourteen and scared. You're passing me the milk after you drip it into your coffee and I'm half laughing about my psychiatrist's office and how there's actually a couch and it's made of blue tweed. You're trying to do the normal things and I am throwing up dull pieces of truth onto our kitchen table. I can't lie anymore. These are the things I've done and they're mostly sad. These are the places I've been and they're mostly awful. This life has woven itself into the notches of my spine and I hear it creak every time I stand."
– "Dull Pieces Of Truth" by Fortesa Latifi