the word sanctuary


"There were poisons there, you know."
"In that beautiful garden?"

— Michael Ondaatje, The Cat’s Table

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“If you’re really listening, if you’re awake to the poignant beauty of the world, your heart breaks regularly. In fact, your heart is made to break; its purpose is to burst open again and again so that it can hold evermore wonders.” 

- Andrew Harvey

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Her eyes are classic novels and poetry. by Isaac Marion (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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Beauty perishes in life, but is immortal in art. by Leonardo Da Vinci (via likeanoldstory)

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What is interesting and important happens mostly in secret. by Michael Ondaatje, The Cat’s Table (via chanelhelena)

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I can feel this heart inside me and I conclude it exists. I can touch this world and I also conclude that it exists. All my knowledge ends at this point. The rest is hypothesis. by Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (via letsgoletgo)

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The Greek word for return is nostos. Algos means suffering. So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return. by Kundera, Milan. Ignorance.   (via mickeyng)

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"I buried my hands
in saffron, disguised them
over smoking tar,
helped the honey gatherers…
When we swam once
I touched you in the water”

— Michael Ondaatje, from The Cinnamon Peeler

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I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours. by Rudy Francisco  (via fawun)

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The word poetry comes from the Greek word poiesis which just means “a making”. So if you’ve made it, it’s poetry. Even if it’s breakfast. by Benedict Smith (via oiseauperdu)

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All the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow. by Leo Tolstoy (via likeafieldmouse)

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Lips dressed
in droplets of
rosewater and
honey, jasmine-
scented locks the
color of nightfall
brushing against
porcelain skin;

he found
himself in an
heaven. by Noor Shirazie  (via lovely—delight)

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The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world. by Warsan Shire  (via lovely—delight)

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You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love. by Kafka, Franz. Letters to Milena.  (via luminim)

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The main thing is to be moved, to love, to hope, to tremble, to live. Be a human before being an artist. by Rodin (via tat-art)

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