Pretty.Things && Clever.Words

This is a site is fulled by my aimless searching of the internet. I post everything I come across which I think is interesting, refreshing, or unique-- usually my discoveries consist of photos, pieces of writing, intriguing ideas, music, videos, & quotes.

I mix in my own photography as well.

Reblog as much as you like. If any content should be removed due to copyright issues or is incorrectly cited, please let me know.

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Facing a sea of infinity, it’s easy to despair, sure that you will never reach dry land, never have the sense of accomplishment of saying, “I’m done.” At the same time, to be finished, done, complete–this is a bit like being dead. The silence and the feeling that maybe that’s all.

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I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.

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Being tender and open is beautiful. As a woman, I feel continually shhh’ed. Too sensitive. Too mushy. Too wishy washy. Blah blah. Don’t let someone steal your tenderness. Don’t allow the coldness and fear of others to tarnish your perfectly vulnerable beating heart. Nothing is more powerful than allowing yourself to truly be affected by things. Whether it’s a song, a stranger, a mountain, a rain drop, a tea kettle, an article, a sentence, a footstep, feel it all – look around you. All of this is for you. Take it and have gratitude. Give it and feel love.

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What I hate is ignorance, smallness of imagination, the eye that sees no farther than its own lashes. All things are possible…Who you are is limited only by who you think you are…

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You can’t live a perfect day without doing something for someone who will never be able to repay you.

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And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about…

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