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No one is ever holy without suffering.
-Β Evelyn Waugh,Β Brideshead Revisited
AnaΓ―s Nin, from The Diary of AnaΓ―s Nin, vol. IV: 1944-1947
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Monet's pink paintings.
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tenderness is in the hands β Carolyn ForchΓ©, LβAvventura (1960), Ocean Vuong, The White Ribbon (2009), Hart Crane, Gelatin Silver, Love (2009), Ingeborg Bachmann, Les amants du Pont-Neuf (1991), Sylvia Plath, Psycho (1960), Rod McKuen (stills by @forhandsthatsuffer)
Also I found this while in the forest, it made me happy
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.... blue bird
The relation between nature and human being: Agnieszka Lepka
Heavenly, Juyeon.
β Children of Shatila (1998) by Mai Masri
and lives were changed. including the 14 yo me.
CAUSE BABY I COULD BUILD A CASTLEEEEEE
βDonβt beg for sympathy from a cruel world, rise and resistβ
Soaβafat, Jerusalem. Ψ΄ΨΉΩΨ§Ψ·Ψ Ψ§ΩΩΨ―Ψ³
Credit: unknown.
[shaking myself by the shoulders] i will get better. i will continue. i have no goddamn choice
u know what makes me cry..... that one van gogh quote about life changing for the better..... βmany people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. and it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, βwhat do i care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.β yes, evil often seems to surpass good. but then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. one morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. and so i must still have hope.β yeah..... Crying....
β October 6, 1915 / Franz Kafka diaries
i don't pay attention to the world ending. it has ended for me many times and began again in the morning.
β Nayyirah Waheed, Salt
β October 7, 1915 / Franz Kafka diaries
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Allah does not give you something that your heart cannot endure.
WHAT IS THE SHAPE OF THIS PROBLEM? VIII of IX β LOUISE BOURGEOIS, 1999 [letterpress & lithograph | 12 Γ 17" (2)]
Rebecca Solnit, Hope in the Dark
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How can faith grow in a place where its origin has wilted? As I grow older, I have come to understand the importance of feeling connected. The intention to self-reflect of oneβs spiritual development. To pause for appreciation of Allahβs βο·» creation. We live in a world where the reminders of Allah are slowly ceasing; The trees are now replaced with skyscrapers. The sky and the natural lights, are replaced with lamp posts and bulbs. The hymn of a birdβs song and wind can no longer be heard outside of the horns and engines.
How can faith grow in a place where its origin has wilted?
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What is promising is that this world is only a destination. What is most comforting is that it is not the last destination.
β mindofserenity
i think love is when i put myself to bed even when im tired, and i carry myself up the stairs even though my knees ache. and i think love is when i buy myself a coffee when im broke, and i know that ill get myself back later. and i think love is letting myself love someone, even though i am so scared. love is a heavy thing that carries you as much as you carry it.
nothing to add to this you said it all..
Monet's pink paintings.