There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the...– Hamlet (Act 4, scene 7) by William Shakespeare
Rainer Maria Rilke - Autumn
lastwaltzinvienna: The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up, as if orchards were dying high in space. Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.” And tonight the heavy earth is falling away from all other stars in the loneliness. We’re all falling. This hand here is falling. And look at the other one. It’s in them all. And yet there is Someone, whose hands infinitely calm, holding...
Somehow all we do gets painted in the colors of an adventure.– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
There ain’t no devil, it’s just god when he’s drunk.– Tom Waits
Society is wrong. Dead wrong. We're taught that...
What if my whole life has really been wrong?– Leo Tolstoy (via thechocolatebrigade)
What is silence? Something of the sky in us.– Ilya Kaminsky, from Deaf Republic: 1 (via lastwaltzinvienna)