“He Ate And Drank The Precious Words...”

“No capacity to hate. It’s either love or I don’t care.”

— lieinlove

Everything

by Mary Oliver

I want to make poems that say right out, plainly what I mean, that don’t go looking for the laces of elaboration, puffed sleeves. I want to keep close and use often words like heavy, heart, joy, soon, and to cherish the question mark and her bold sister

the dash. I want to write with quiet hands. I want to write while crossing the fields that are fresh with daisies and everlasting and the ordinary grass. I want to make poems while thinking of the bread of heaven and the cup of astonishment; let them be

songs in which nothing is neglected, not a hope, not a promise. I want to make poems that look into the earth and the heavens and see the unseeable. I want them to honor both the heart of faith, and the light of the world; the gladness that says, without any words, everything.

“May we raise children who love the unloved things”

by Nicolette Sowder

May we raise children who love the unloved things–the dandelion, the worms and spiderlings. Children who sense the rose needs the thorn

& run into rainswept days the same way they turn towards sun…

And when they’re grown & someone has to speak for those who have no voice

may they draw upon that wilder bond, those days of tending tender things

and be the ones.

“(…) for many a long day loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.”

— Bram Stoker, from Dracula

“I find the best way to love someone is not to change them, but instead, to help them reveal the greatest version of himself.”

— Steve Maraboli

Found this on pinterest. Gonna make this my life's motto .

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” - Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere’s Fan