And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
— Anaïs Nin (via thatkindofwoman)
Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.
— Hermann Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund (via loveage-moondream)
Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things.
— Arthur Schopenhauer, Parerga and Paralipomena (via loveage-moondream)
To all the children raised by wolves & adopted by people: It’s okay to be “too much.” Someday, someone will understand, and it will all make sense.
— Andrea Balt (via pomeray)
I am the lady of the castle. My name is exile. My name is anguish. My name is longing. Far from the world on the windy crests of the mountain, I am kept in absolute seclusion, my time passes in an endless reverie, a perpetual swooning. I am both the Sleeping Beauty and the enchanted castle; the princess drowses in the castle of her flesh.
— Vampirella (p. 9) by Angela Carter. The Curious Room: Collected Dramatic Works. London: Chatto & Windus Limited Random House (1996). (via loveage-moondream)
In the depths of every heart, there is a tomb and a dungeon, though the lights, the music, and revelry above may cause us to forget their existence, and the buried ones, or prisoners whom they hide. But sometimes, and oftenest at midnight, those dark receptacles are flung wide open. In an hour like this, when the mind has a passive sensibility, but no active strength; when the imagination is a mirror, imparting vividness to all ideas, without the power of selecting or controlling them; then pray that your griefs may slumber, and the brotherhood of remorse not break their chain.
— Nathaniel Hawthorne (via mirroir)
When you begin to touch your heart or let your heart be touched, you begin to discover that it’s bottomless, that it doesn’t have any resolution, that this heart is huge, vast, and limitless. You begin to discover how much warmth and gentleness is there, as well as how much space.
— Pema Chödrön (via purplebuddhaproject)
This summer night deep down under the stars was all the things you would ever feel or see or hear in your life, drowning you all at once.
— Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (via loveage-moondream)