#thing

I could not give up either of these worlds, neither the book I am holding nor the gleaming forest, though I have told you almost nothing of what is said here on these grim pages, from the sentences of which I’ve conjured images of a bleak site years ago. Here in this room, I suppose, is to be found the interior world of the book; but it opens upon a world beyond the windows, where no event has been collapsed into syntax, where the vocabulary, it seems, is infinite. The indispensable connection for me lies with the open space (of the open window ajar year round, never closed) that lets the breath of every winter storm, the ripping wind and its pelting rain, enter the room. ↗

— Barry Lopez

#breathing #meditation #nature #reading #writing

TIME WENT ON, life with the children unfolding in its own ecosystem, small plastic toys seeming to grow up from the carpet like mushrooms, clothes falling to the floor like autumn leaves. Every once in a while she would blaze through the house and clean everything--at which point, the process would start all over. ↗

— Erica Bauermeister

#cleaning #nature-of-things #toys #life

Oh, please don't go—we'll eat you up—we love you so! ↗

— Maurice Sendak

#love

But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go - we’ll eat you up - we love you so!” And Max said, “No!” The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws but Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye. ↗

— Maurice Sendak

#goodbye #sad #wild-things #love

I remember that my mother once told me that the opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference. ↗

— Emily Giffin

#something-borrowed #love

I made myself an “I Love Jennifer” jacket out of my old “I Love Jenn” jacket. Two girls, one continuous love. The I Love Jennifer is a little off-center, but then so am I. Better than being self-centered, as my clone would probably say. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#clone #clothing #commitment #devotion #i-love-jenn

Do You think it matters if they're tiny or deep? he asked. Well, if they're not tiny breaths and they're not deep breaths, then they're just ... breaths. Then you're just breathing for the sake of ... breathing. ... Seize them. Feel them. Love them ... ↗

— K.A. Tucker

#k-a-tucker #living #love

Love is when someone puts you on a pedestal and yet when you fall, they're there to catch you anyway.' - Tara Daniels ↗

— Jill Shalvis

#jill-shalvis #love #lucky-harbor #tara-daniels #the-sweetest-thing

One beach-colored. One brown. One Loved. One Loved a Little Less. ↗

— Arundhati Roy

#sophie-mol #the-god-of-small-things #love

Dear me! We Tooks and Brandybucks, we can't live long on the heights.' 'No,' said Merry. 'I can't. Not yet, at any rate. But at least, Pippin, we can now see them, and honour them. It is best to love first what you are fitted to love, I suppose: you must start somewhere and have some roots, and the soil of the Shire is deep. Still there are things deeper and higher; and not a gaffer could tend his garden in what he calls peace but for them, whether he knows about them or not. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#love