“Small delights – a clear winter sunset through the natural iron grillwork of black trees, a street lamp shining through ice-encased branches, blue sky glittering, and sun on ice-crusted snow. Loveliness, loveliness.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals,”
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“Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.”
— David Levithan
all i want in life is to have an abundance of potted plants, a big bathtub with lots of bath bombs, and for christmas to feel like christmas.
“On your lips I read the monologue of goddesses,”
— Yvan Goll, tr. by Donald Wellman, from “Snow Music,” written c. 1938
I hope you wake up early enough in the morning to put on your favorite outfit and make your favorite breakfast. I hope you find your skin clear and hair healthy. I hope you’re content with the way your body looks. I hope you find happiness in small things today. I hope that, even with your ups and downs, you are content with yourself.
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
— Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass
“If flowers can grow through blankets of melting snow, there is hope for me.”
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Tyler Knott Gregson, Haiku on Love
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There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing. Don’t try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen. You are not a Greek. You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself. You are a bird in the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you! How much have you lied! A thousand times, even in your poems and books, you have played the harmonious man, the wise man, the happy, the enlightened man. In the same way, men attacking in war have played heroes, while their bowels twitched. My God, what a poor ape, what a fencer in the mirror man is— particularly the artist— particularly myself!
Hermann Hesse (via
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You can’t be a warrior and keep your hands clean of blood. When your hands are gripping knives your palms harden. When the punches are thrown your knuckles will split. When your boots are treading through the blood and the mud and the guts, the hem of your skirt is going to get dirty. And when you think it’s all over and you’re looking for that happy place full of sunshine and love; pretty dreams and soft light….
You’re gonna carry that weight.
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All he knew was that you couldn’t hope to try for the big stuff, like world peace and happiness, but you might just about be able to achieve some tiny deed that’d make the world, in a small way, a better place.
