Coffee is the sound of taste, a sound for the aroma. It is a meditation and a plunge into memories and the soul.
(from Mahmoud Darwish's Memory for Forgetfulness)
Coffee should not be drunk in a hurry. It is the sister of time, and should be sipped slowly, slowly.
(from Mahmoud Darwish's Memory for Forgetfulness)
I only believe in the easy things,
like red lipstick and coffee before noon and writing essays in pen.
(from Kristina Haynes, Self-Portrait at Twenty-One)
They can aim sea, sky, and earth at me, but they cannot root the aroma of coffee out of me.
(from Mahmoud Darwish's Memory for Forgetfulness)
I think we all speak a different kind of language than each other,
but you sound a whole lot like coffee on a Sunday morning and the rain is falling bitter against the windowpane.
(from Shinji Moon's He Loves the Rain)
You give me an apartment full of morning smells-
toasted bagel and black coffee and the freckled lilies in the vase on the windowsill.
(from Rebecca Lindenberg's Catalogue of Ephemera)
Making Coffee
Excerpts taken from trivarnahariharan_poetry on Instagram
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I like books that break my heart so I can pretend to have a reason to be heartbroken
- An anthology of lies by R.T. Annette
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Hadji Murád by Leo Tolstoy
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"I wish to leave you marked as I would my most darling tome."
- Yearning & Obsession; Unquenchable - Karolin. Howard
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"she died . I survived
Because i survived. I die everyday."
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-Ravinder Singh , "I too had a love story"
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"But you were always a good man of business, Jacob," faltered Scrooge, who now began to apply this to himself.
"Business!" cried the Ghost, wringing his hands again. "Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence were, all, my business. The dealing of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!"
A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens
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“He told her that she was the bright spot of his life: that her existence was far dearer to him than his own: that he had never known what is to love till he had met her.”
Desperate Remedies | Thomas Hardy
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