“She went for walks in the park and in the woods that joined the park, and enjoyed the solitude and mystery, kicked the brown leaves of autumn and picked the primroses of spring. But it was all like a dream; or rather, it was like the simulacrum of reality. The oak-leaves were to her were like oak-leaves seen ruffling in a mirror, she herself was a figure somebody had read about, or memories, or words.”.”—D.H. Lawrence (via thedevilkid)
“I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.”—Jonathan Safran Foer (via lunaoki)
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”—Rachel Carson (via misswallflower)
“Being tender and open is beautiful. As a woman, I feel continually shhh’ed. Too sensitive. Too mushy. Too wishy washy. Blah blah. Don’t let someone steal your tenderness. Don’t allow the coldness and fear of others to tarnish your perfectly vulnerable beating heart. Nothing is more powerful than allowing yourself to truly be affected by things. Whether it’s a song, a stranger, a mountain, a rain drop, a tea kettle, an article, a sentence, a footstep, feel it all – look around you. All of this is for you. Take it and have gratitude. Give it and feel love.”—Zooey Deschanel
I want to live as if every waking moment of my life is being written on pages and set in stone with words that breathe and inspire new breath.
Fear is a stone that keeps me from walking, and Love is the force that keeps me running. I am the ink that flows from page to page, and the One that writes my story treasures every letter and every word.
I want to live, not to please someone else’s expectation of my story, but to realize what is meant to be realized, and bring to life all the words that are meant to be spoken. Because these bones are temporary, and my heart’s treasure is determined by where I build roots, and I am determined to live out a story that is meant to be written.