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"One of the true tasks of TRUE friendship is to listen compassionately and creatively to the hidden silences. Often secrets are not revealed in words, they lie concealed in the silence between the words or in the depth of what is unsayable between two people."

— John O’Donohue, Anam Cara. 

(Source: psych-facts, via whispsofinvisibleme)

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"It’s easy to look at people and make quick judgements about them, their present and their past, but you’d be amazed at the pain and tears a single smile hides.
What a person shows to the world is only one tiny facet of the iceberg hidden from sight. And more often then not, it’s lined with cracks and scars that go all the way to the foundation of their soul."

— Sherrilyn Kenyon, Acheron

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"Love builds up the broken wall and straightens the crooked path. Love keeps the stars in the firmament and imposes rhythm on the ocean tides. Each of us is created of it and I suspect each of us was created for it."

Maya Angelou

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"Maybe somewhere in all of this there’s a reason. Maybe somewhere in all of this there’s a why. Maybe somewhere there’s that thing that lets you tie it all up with a neat bow and bury it in the backyard. But nothing, not getting angry, not prayers, and not tears, nothing can make something that happened unhappen."

The United States of Leland

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"“This is why it hurts the way it hurts. You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache. You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.”
—Iain Thomas"
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vines-intertwined:

For the weathered souls and the storm’s not forgotten
The beating hearts on the North Shore of Boston

Grow up, go on but don’t be forgotten
Grow up, go on, grow up, go on

I went to high school with these gents— i’m really loving their song tonight.

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"The sea refreshes our imagination because it does not make us think of human life; yet it rejoices the soul, because, like the soul, it is an infinite and impotent striving, a strength that is ceaselessly broken by falls, an eternal and exquisite lament. The sea thus enchants us like music, which, unlike language, never bears the traces of things, never tells us anything about human beings, but imitates the stirrings of the soul. Sweeping up with the waves of those movements, plunging back with them, the heart thus forgets its own failures and finds solace in an intimate harmony between its own sadness and the sea’s sadness, which merges the sea’s destiny with the destinies of all things."

Marcel Proust, Regrets, Reveries The Color of Time

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Sophia Collier, River Under Me, 2012 (Carved Acrylic)

Sophia Collier, River Under Me, 2012 (Carved Acrylic)

(via 7while23)

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"She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world."

— Joanne Harris

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(by Keith Carter)