August 2011
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“World was in the face of the beloved—
but was poured out all of a sudden:...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, “World was in the face of the beloved,” translated by Joan M. Burnham (via fuckyeahrainermariarilke)
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“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd...”
– Sylvia Plath (via inherwar)
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“I am a product of endless books. My father bought all the books he read and...”
– C.S. Lewis (via sacrificum)
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“There are times when a feeling of expectancy comes to me, as if something is...”
– from The Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1950 - 1962 (via growing-orbits)
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“Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying
what joy
to come falling...”
– Mary Oliver, “Last Night The Rain Spoke To Me” (via bookoasis) 