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  • "It is silent music, the night sky."
    Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts (via mirroir)

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  • "So many fires start in my head."
    Brenda Shaughnessy, from “Big Game”  (via mirroir)

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  • "Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul… but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October."
    Peggy Toney Horton (via mirroir)

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  • "The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters."
    ― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book for All and None (via remnantsofapoet)

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  • "I am haunted. I am haunted by something— that rather takes the light out of things, that fills me with longings…"
    H. G. Wells, “The Door in the Wall”(Waking Lion Press, 2006)

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  • "And I, infinitesimal being,
    drunk with the great starry
    void,
    likeness, image of
    mystery,
    I felt myself a pure part
    of the abyss,
    I wheeled with the stars,
    my heart broke loose on the wind."
    Pablo Neruda (via man-of-prose)
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