Because I wanted to write a poem that would make me
push away from the table & say Damn,
& turn my face, even though I never say that word.
Say Look, this is your saddest thing. That’s all.
Your first & only saddest thing. This
is the hole that never closed….
" If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.
— Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
(Source: larmoyante, via fiebre)
" After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
— Jorge Luis Borges, You Learn
(Source: hellanne, via pythons)