July 27th, 2014
We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind and are scattered.
Khalil Gibran, The Prophet (via observando)
July 23rd, 2014
You might as well ask an artist to explain his art, or ask a poet to explain his poem. It defeats the purpose. The meaning is only clear thorough the search.
Rick Riordan (via observando)
If time heals all wounds, and a book can hold a person’s entire life, then you can speed up the process with a pulp time warp.
Deb Caletti, Honey, Baby, Sweetheart (via observando)