Writer Anne Lamott says that the most powerful sermon in the world is two words,
When you’re struggling, when you’re hurting, wounded, limping, doubting questioning, barely hanging on, moments away from another relapse, & somebody ca indentify with you - somebody knows the temptations that are at your door, somebody has felt the pain that you are feeling, when somebody can look you in the eyes , and say “me too.”
“We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real conversation with people may seem like such a simple, obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.”—Thomas Moore (via littlemiss) (via brokenmachine)
Good morning, on July 7 Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only wholly with you or not at all - Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits - Yes, unhappily it must be so - You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V is now a wretched life - Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men - At my age I nedd a steady, quiet life - can that be so in our connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once - Be calm, only by a clam consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together - Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved. ever thine ever mine ever ours
“The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed.”—Albert Einstein The World As I See It
years are made of moments and moments made of glass broken before realized lost before they’ve passed moments that control me that sieze my mind and heart if captured i’d destroy them but theyre gone before i start so instead i hang here helpless tugging at my strings pretending i can be different denying this thing Is this me or is this something that can be detached and thrown away is there truth to freedom or is it something we just say ?