May 16, 2012
In China, we say: ‘There are many dreams in a long night.’ It has been a long night, but I don’t know if I want to continue the dreams. It feels like I am walking on a little path, both sides are dark mountains and valleys. I am walking towards a little light in the distance. Walking, and walking, I am seeing that light diminishing. I am seeing myself walk towards the end of the love, the sad end.
I love you more than I loved you before. I love you more than I should love you. But I must leave. I am losing myself. It is painful that I can’t see myself. It is time for me to say those words you kept telling me recently. ‘Yes, I agree with you. We can’t be together.’
You can’t turn love on and off like a light switch, no matter how hard you try. All you can do is wall it off, one brick at a time, until you’ve created an impenetrable fortress around your emotions. And once that fortress is built, you camouflage it so well that even you can’t see it anymore.
Katherine Allred, The Sweet Gum Tree (via larmoyante)We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury (via lostinthesounds)You see some people who are so perfect in eloquence that they don’t err in the use of a single letter, while their hearts are darker than a gloomy night, and there are some people who cannot express what is in their hearts, yet their hearts are radiant like a lamp.
Imam Jafar al-Sadiq (as), Al-Kafi, vol. ii, p. 422, hadith 1 (via alishanaz)(Source: yaseeneducation)
I have no fear of losing you, for you aren’t an object of my property, or anyone else’s. I love you as you are, without attachment, without fears, without conditions, without egoism, trying not to absorb you. I love you freely because I love your freedom, as well as mine.
Anthony de Mello (via fuckyeahexistentialism)(Source: starryyeyed)
As for myself, I swung the door open. And there was the wordless, singing world. And I ran for my life.
Mary Oliver, from “Work, Sometimes” in New and Selected Poems, Volume Two (via proustitute)What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? — it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via liquidnight)
Tea should be taken in solitude.
C.S. Lewis, Surprised By Joy (via ihopeyoulook)
