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*gloomy*'s Favorite Quotes

Blood must not merely follow routine,
must not just flow as the veins' uninterrupted river.
Sometimes it must flood the eyes,
surprise them by being clear as water.

- Agha Shahid Ali, the veiled suit


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So what white will the heart wear
till the soul is its own blood-filled crystal
ruby refuge for a fugitive angel?
– agha shahid ali, barcelona airport.

The corner of the house slightly blocked the setting sun, making it look like an orange with a few sections missing. I tilted my head, and the orange disappeared. I tilted  it  back.

There's a pier and a pile of fishing lures,
a boat and whiskey in the air.

There's too many hushed drips of names
and watered down questions.

There’s waves tugging at the sides of my gut
and there’s your lips sucking down the ocean.

Drip. Poke.
Are you still there?

I really shouldn’t have swallowed those nickels.
Salt water corrodes metal, indeed indeed.

You shut a door- a light shutters out.

Hushed drips. Pushed slips. Splash!

The water is cold this time of the year,
be a black seal and slip through the crevasses.

Quick, the shutters are closing faster.

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My soul comes from
                 BETTER WORLDS AND I  
have an incurable                  
homesickness of the stars.

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I like to fancy souls as being made out of light. And some are all shot through with rosy stains and quivers… and some have a soft glitter like moonlight on the sea… and some are pale and transparent like mist at dawn.

When does night begin to end
and day burst into bloom?
Is it as sleeping lovers stir,
As resting bodies do?

Or when black begins to melt,
under blue horizon's spell,
and dreams begin to fade without a whisper of farewell.  


Flowers don't grow here anymore
They've left these s h o r e s and you wonder why
Wildlife, they've left behind these doors
While there once was applause, there's only empty skies


It is hard to stop loving the ocean, even after it has left you gasping.

There are two kinds of people. One kind, you can just tell by looking at them at what point they congealed into their final selves. It might be a very nice self, but you know you can expect no more suprises from it. Whereas, the other kind keep moving, changing… They are fluid. They keep moving forward and making new trysts with life, and the motion of it keeps them young. In my opinion, they are the only people who are still alive. You must be constantly on your guard against congealing.
     — Gail Godwin