"This evening, I sat by an open window
and read till the light was gone and the book
was no more than a part of the darkness.
I could easily have switched on a lamp,
but I wanted to ride this day down into night,
to sit alone and smooth the unreadable page
with the pale gray ghost of my hand."
— Ted Kooser, “A Happy Birthday,” in Delights and Shadows (Copper Canyon Press, 2007)
(Source: hiddenshores, via rememo)
"if i could bottle the look on his face, i’d keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life."
— jellicoe road (via forglemmegei)
(Source: alwaysliveloud, via forglemmegei)
"I am afraid. I’m afraid of everything. I’m afraid of the dark, of closed-in spaces, of being alone and of getting too close. I’m afraid that I’ll never again have the life I’ve always known, my feet in the dust and my heart full. I’m afraid of being alive; I’m afraid to die."
— Vikki Wakefield (via rauchwolken)
"Nothing in entire universe ever perishes, believe me, but things vary, and adopt a new form. The phrase ‘being born’ is used for beginning to be something different from what one was before, while ‘dying’ means ceasing to be the same. Though this thing may pass into that, and that into this, yet the sums of things remain unchanged."
"Which do you want: the pain of staying where you are, or the pain of growth?"
— Judith Hanson Lasater (via forglemmegei)
(Source: alllways, via forglemmegei)