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But the pleasant thing is to wake early, throw open the window, and lie reading in bed.

— Edward Fitzgerald, from a letter to W. F. Pollock, May 3, 1840 (via twotonmantaray)

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August 18 2014
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'What’s the difference?' I asked him. 'Between the love of your life, and your soulmate?'
‘One is a choice, and one is not.’

— Tarryn Fisher, Mud Vein

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July 24 2014
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My religion is nature. That’s what arouses those feelings of wonder and mysticism and gratitude in me

Oliver Sacks (via thedruidsteaparty)

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July 6 2014
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It’s being here now that’s important. There’s no past and there’s no future. Time is a very misleading thing. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can’t relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don’t know if there is one.

— George Harrison (via quotes-shape-us)

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June 28 2014
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In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.

The Winter of Our Discontent by John Steinbeck  (via saltwatertherapy)

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June 3 2014
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Real travel is not about the highlights with which you dazzle your friends once you’re home. It’s about the loneliness, the solitude, the evenings spent by yourself, pining to be somewhere else. Those are the moments of true value. You feel half proud of them and half ashamed and you hold them to your heart.

Tahir Shah, In Arabian Nights: A Caravan of Moroccan Dreams (via dayzea)

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May 31 2014
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Listen: I am ideally happy. My happiness is a kind of challenge. As I wander along the streets and the squares and the paths by the canal, absently sensing the lips of dampness through my worn soles, I carry proudly my ineffable happiness. The centuries will roll by, and schoolboys will yawn over the history of our upheavals; everything will pass, but my happiness, dear, my happiness will remain, in the moist reflection of a streetlamp, in the cautious bend of stone steps that descend into the canal’s black waters, in the smiles of a dancing couple, in everything with which God so generously surrounds human lonliness.

— Vladimir Nabokov, A Letter That Never Reached Russia

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April 21 2014
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In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

— Margaret Atwood

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April 13 2014
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March 15 2014
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I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do.

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee


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March 12 2014
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