YES.
It is bright and clear and cool in Cambridge today. These days are the best interruptions of an otherwise dreary winter. On these days, the sky is a soft blue that blends into white toward the horizon, and it feels so clean. There is nothing standing between us.
The Illiterate
Touching your goodness, I am like a man
Who turns a letter over in his hand
And you might think this was because the hand
Was unfamiliar but, truth is, the man
Has never had a letter from anyone;
And now he is both afraid of what it means
And ashamed because he has no other means
To find out what it says than to ask someone.
His uncle could have left the farm to him,
Or his parents died before he sent them word,
Or the dark girl changed and want him for beloved.
Afraid and letter-proud, he keeps it with him.
What would you call his feeling for the words
That keep him rich and orphaned and beloved?
—William Meredith
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.
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C.S. Lewis (via hid) |
rediscovering old quotes
perhaps we don’t fully recover from our first loves. perhaps, in the extravagance of youth, we give our devotions easily and all but arbitrarily, on the mistaken assumption that we’ll always have more to give.
—michael cunningham, a home at the end of the world
hid:
People who are innovative enough to realize recordable cd containers make great bagel cases need to have a nobel peace prize thrown at their face. BRILLIANT.People need to make cream cheese cds xD
