You have to be careful telling things.
Some ears are tunnels.
Your words will go in and get lost in the dark.
Some ears are flat pans like the miners used
looking for gold.

What you say will be washed out with the stones.
You look for a long time till you find the right ears.
Till then, there are birds and lamps to be spoken to,
a patient cloth rubbing shine in circles,
and the slow, gradually growing possibility
that when you find such ears
they already know.

Naomi Shihab Nye, “You Have to Be Careful”, in Words Under the Words (via hiddenshores)

(via birdonwing)

He looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave.

—Jeanette Winterson (via gloomo)

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I will hold you:
everything’s going to be fine.

I will whisper:
It won’t always be like this.

—Franz Wright, from To Myself (via violentwavesofemotion)

You see how I try
To reach with words
What matters most
And how I fail.

Czesław Miłosz, from “A Photograph”, in New and Collected Poems (1931-2001), translated by Robert Hass
(via growing-orbits)

Instead of saying “I don’t have time” try saying “it’s not a priority,” and see how that feels. Often, that’s a perfectly adequate explanation. I have time to iron my sheets, I just don’t want to. But other things are harder. Try it: “I’m not going to edit your résumé, sweetie, because it’s not a priority.” “I don’t go to the doctor because my health is not a priority.” If these phrases don’t sit well, that’s the point. Changing our language reminds us that time is a choice. If we don’t like how we’re spending an hour, we can choose differently.

—Unknown (via impetrate)

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Being at ease with not knowing is crucial for answers to come to you.

—Eckhart Tolle (via thoughtfuldissent)

Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.

—Janet Fitch   (via thatkindofwoman)

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Tell me where it hurts, she’d say. Stop howling. Just calm down and show me where.
But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.

—Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via blurrymelancholy)

(Source: tryhowandwhy, via warsanshires)

I’ve always tried to make a home for myself, but I have not felt at home in myself. I’ve worked hard at being the hero of my own life. But every time I checked the register of displaced persons, I was still on it. I didn’t know how to belong. Longing? Yes. Belonging? No.

Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via bookmania)