Linda Pastan, from Waiting for My Life: Poems; "What We Want"
[Text ID: "and in the morning / our arms ache. / We don't remember the dream, / but the dream remembers us."]
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Mary Oliver, "When Did It Happen?"
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Remembering
by Rainer Maria Rilke
And you wait. You wait for the one thing
that will change your life,
make it more than it is—
something wonderful, exceptional,
stones awakening, depths opening to you.
In the dusky bookstalls
old books glimmer gold and brown.
You think of lands you journeyed through,
of paintings and a dress once worn
by a woman you never found again.
And suddenly you know: that was enough.
You rise and there appears before you
in all its longings and hesitations
the shape of what you lived.
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V. E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
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I sat in the silence of that night, that infinite hostility to man, to permanence, to love, remembering her, remembering her.
-- John Fowles
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It’s been two years….
Two whole years
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I remember. And remembering is like an open wound."
-Clarice Lispector
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Odysseus to Telemachus, Joseph Brodsky//Winter love, H.D.
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#remembering #antonyelchin #actor #chekov #startrek #intodarkness #startrekbeyond #terminator #salvation #frightnight #greenroom #heartsinatlantis #LikeCrazy #oddthomas #trollhunters #TalesofArcadia #AlphaDog #TheSmurfs #DyingoftheLight #Rememory #WeDontBelongHere #startrek57
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June Gehringer, “I get so jealous of euthanized dogs”
[Text ID: “the worst thing about love is / i remember it. / i walk around all day / thinking: i’m going to die / in the universe / you loved me in.”]
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The Song of Wandering Aengus
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
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Winter's Setting Sun
Having outlived our old world long ago
with heads bowed, we yet walk alone
slowly fading into winter's setting sun
seeking a better place to call our own
Falling through her blustery darkness
remembering a time we were not blind
and the love we cherished now long ago
praying one new day might be so kind
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Ironically, I forgot that I made this one. But it's one of my favorites!
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Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
-- Yoko Ono
(Freiburg, Germany)
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Sir Terence David John Pratchett, known to all of us as Sir Terry Pratchett. Was an english author, humorist, satirist and novelist. Best known for his work such as good omens, Discworld, night watch and many more. Sir Terry Pratchett was the UK's best- selling author of the 90s.
The good omens series was Sir Terry Pratchett's dying wish to Neil gaiman, he wrote Neil a letter, in the letter he told Neil to make the tv adaptation of good omens. Unfortunately he passed away before he ever got a chance to see it. He will always be part of the good omens series, his hat and scarf is in the show, and so is his spirit.
"If you trust in yourself... and believe in your dreams... and follow your star... you’ll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren’t so lazy"
@neil-gaiman
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" We're all golden sunflowers inside. "
- Alan Ginsberg (June 3, 1926 - April 5, 1997)
📷 mine
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