The Flexible Pen

"Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape."

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evey-dances:

“ABOVE me are the Alps, The palaces of nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche,—the thunderbolt of snow! All that expands the spirit, yet appalls, Gathers around these summits, as to show How earth may pierce to heaven, yet leave vain man below.”
 Lord Byron - « Morat », Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, 1818.

evey-dances:

“ABOVE me are the Alps,
The palaces of nature, whose vast walls
Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps,
And throned eternity in icy halls
Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls
The avalanche,—the thunderbolt of snow!
All that expands the spirit, yet appalls,
Gathers around these summits, as to show
How earth may pierce to heaven, yet leave vain man below.”

 Lord Byron - « Morat », Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, 1818.

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unskinny:

Stop apologizing for the things you enjoy eating.

Stop apologizing for the things you enjoy wearing.

Stop apologizing for how you prefer to spend your day.

Stop apologizing for the things that make you happy.

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Your identity does not lie in your gifts, but from the One who gave them to you. He blesses you—not so you could edify yourself—but for the purpose of building up the ones around you.
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i am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. also, of endless books.
C. S. Lewis (via beryl-azure)

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Our early youth is like a flower at dawn with a lovely dewdrop in its cup, harmoniously and pensively reflecting everything that surrounds it. But soon the sun rises over the horizon, and the dewdrop evaporates; with it vanishes the fantasies of life…
Søren Kierkegaard, selected fragments from Early Journals (via sisyphean-revolt)

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