“Only if I move my arm a certain way,
it comes back.
Or the way the light bends in the trees
this time of year,
so a scrap of sorrow, like a bird, lights on the heart.
I carry this in my body, seed
in an unswept corner, husk-encowled and seeming safe.
But they guard me, these small pains,
from growing sure
of myself and perhaps forgetting.” – Jane Hirshfield, “To Hear the Falling World” (via litverve)
it comes back.
Or the way the light bends in the trees
this time of year,
so a scrap of sorrow, like a bird, lights on the heart.
I carry this in my body, seed
in an unswept corner, husk-encowled and seeming safe.
But they guard me, these small pains,
from growing sure
of myself and perhaps forgetting.” – Jane Hirshfield, “To Hear the Falling World” (via litverve)
“I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish.”
– Simone de Beauvoir (via moldavia)
“I had that terrible feeling you get when you realize that you’re stuck with who you are, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
– Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down (via dulcetdecember)
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