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“The heart keeps sobbing in its sleep.”

— Emily Dickinson, in a letter to Louise and Frances Norcross (early October 1871)

"Cut brambles long enough,
Sprout after sprout,
And the lotus will bloom
Of its own accord:
Already waiting in the clearing,
The single image of light.
The day you see this,
That day you will become it."

— Sun Bu'er (via cobotis)

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lennysackheronstairs-98: “Books and their wonderment ”

seabois:

“Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons.”

— Vladimir Nabokov
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"Wait for the dust of reading to settle; for the conflict and the questioning to die down; walk, talk, pull the dead petals from a rose, or fall asleep. Then suddenly without our willing it, for it is thus that Nature undertakes these transitions, the book will return, but differently."

— Virginia Woolf, “How Should One Read a Book?”
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1000drawings: “by Elly Smallwood ”
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boydonttemptme: “me constantly ”