And a youth said, “Speak to us of Friendship.” Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace. When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the “nay” in your own mind, nor do you withhold the “ay.” And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart; For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed. When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain. And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught. And let your best be for your friend. If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also. For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill? Seek him always with hours to live. For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness. And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
“What have you done? Thousands of years of building and rebuilding, creating and recreating so you can let it crumble to dust. A million years of sensitive men dying for their dreams… FOR WHAT? So you can swim and dance and play.”
“Women can accept the fact that a man is a rotter, a swindler, a drug taker, a confirmed liar, and a general swine, without batting an eyelash, and without its impairing their affection for the brute in the least. Women are wonderful realists.”—Murder in Mesopotamia, Agatha Christie (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
“Whenever someone sorrows, I do not say, “forget it,” or “it will pass,” or “it could be worse” - all of which deny the integrity of the painful experience. But I say, to the contrary, “It is worse than you may allow yourself to think. Delve into the depth. Stay with the feeling. Think of it as a precious source of knowledge and guidance. Then and only then will you be ready to face it and be transformed in the process”—Peter Koestenbaum
Give her back and give him back to her Her Charlie stayed fenced in on underwood road She grew old and she forever took off her riding boots You’ve been handed a year Don’t let yourself forget, you know the right way Don’t leave those dirt trails dead You always heard the roar for miles Your ears were always burning Don’t listen to what the holders told you Don’t look to what the old will writers left you I’m proud of you now, I’m proud of you now I’ve missed you for years Seems like it’s just holidays We chase yellows you and I, we chase yellows you and I Shortest sleep, longest dreams of downing beating hearts Don’t walk, just roll down the aisles Don’t contort to the shape of easy, of easy Don’t settle for just better or worse Don’t settle, Don’t settle Don’t set in your ways You know you can lean into me, lean into me You know you can lean into me, lean into me Bluest gills, grayest eyes, lean into me Lean into me, lean into me