Every person has the power to make others happy. Some do it simply by entering a room — others by leaving the room. Some individuals leave trails of gloom; others, trails of joy. Some leave trails of hate and bitterness; others, trails of love and harmony. Some leave trails of cynicism and pessimism; others trails of faith and optimism. Some leave trails of criticism and resignation; others trails of gratitude and hope. What kind of trails do you leave?

William Ward  (via villa-rosie)

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growing-orbits:

In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “Tu me manques,” which is closer to “You are missing from me.”

You are missing from me. You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

If you want to see the brave, look at those who can forgive. If you want to see the heroic, look at those who can love in return for hatred.

Krishna Dharma (via elige)

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Most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered

Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters to a Young Poet, trans. Stephen Mitchell (via growing-orbits)

proustitute:

Rafał BorczDwie olchy (wersja duża) / Two alder (big version), 2012

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Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.

James Wright, from “A Blessing” (via growing-orbits)

mirroir:

Shan Sa, Empress

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colourwars:

Balanchine’s Theme and Variations (Kirov Ballet)_Promegranate (Dance Photography). Photo Paul B. Goode by Performing Arts / Artes Escénicas on Flickr.

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They cripple the bird’s wing, and then condemn it for not flying as fast as they.

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