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Vladimir Nabokov, Soft Sound.

“The scent of blossom, morning sweetness, heavenly felicity.”

— Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by Carl Wildman, from “Zorba the Greek,” wr. c. 1946

heaven

If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.

Edgar Allan Poe (via wordsnquotes)

There was an episode, one of my favorite moments in Star Trek, when Captain Kirk looks over the cosmos and says, ‘Somewhere out there someone is saying the three most beautiful words in any language.’ Of course you heart sinks and you think it’s going to be, ‘I love you’ or whatever. He says, ‘Please help me.’ What a philosophically fantastic idea, that vulnerability and need is a beautiful thing.

Hugh Laurie (via thiscoffeedrenchedlife)

“Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.”

— Victor Hugo (via misswallflower)

elinalukka on ig

You tossed a blanket from the bed, You lay upon your back, and waited; You dozed, and watched the night revealing The thousand sordid images Of which your soul was constituted.

T.S. Eliot, from ‘Preludes (III)’, The Waste Land and Other Poems (via soracities)

happiness is:

the smell of rain

seeing flowers grow

being excited about something

ice cream on a hot day

being in bed

listening to good songs

smelling nice

giving and receiving compliments

the kindness of strangers

being with friends

reading a good book

being proud of every small victory

buying new treats for yourself

the smell of pastries in a bakery

blue skies and pretty views