Sunday, March 08, 2009

Your love will be safe with me.

This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization. It’s the sound of the unlocking and the lift away. Your love will be safe with me.
--Bon Iver

"The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along."

"Your light is seen, your heart is known, your soul is cherished by more people than you might imagine. If you knew how many others have been touched in wonderful ways by you, you would be astonished. If you knew how many people feel so much for you, you would be shocked. You are far more wonderful than you think you are. Rest with that. Rest easy with that. Breathe again. You are doing fine. More than fine. Better than fine. You’re doin’ great. So relax. And love yourself today."
--Neale Donald Walsch

I believe that somewhere, our train is still rushing through time. Rushing through space. And we are still on board. Somewhere. Because a world this rich and wonderful, a world this vast and remarkable -- a world like this, is surely vast enough to contain that simple possibility. Someday, somehow -- in a dream, on the other side of the looking-glass, in another life -- then and there. There will be mouths and tongues, fingertips to skin, soft voices and sighs, quiet smiles and reckless laughter. There will be you. There will be me. And there will be space for infinity.

"Is this not the true romantic feeling; not to desire to escape life, but to prevent life from escaping you."
--Thomas Wolfe

"This is what you shall do: Love the earth and suns and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants... have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body."
--Walt Whitman

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