What new Mystery is this?
what new mystery is this?
what blessed backwardness??
the Immeasurable One is held and does not resist!
struck by wicked words and foolish fists of senseless men
the Almighty One does not defend!
-mewithoutyou-
I’m fairly certain that this is one of the most accurate depictions of my relationship with God I’ve heard yet.
“Before I even speak, you let me know that I am understood”
I think part of the reason I like Winter is because I imagine that Winter is more able to empathize with my feelings of loneliness than any other season. It’s nice to know that I am understood.
“There never was much hope. Just a fool’s hope.”
“What’s optimism?” asked Cacambo.
“Alas,” said Candide, “it’s a mania for insisting that everything is all right when everything is going wrong.”
hopefully….
Hopefully I’m not being foolishly hopeful or hopefully foolish.
For once, I’m HOPING things go right, despite every ounce of reason to suggest to me otherwise. Maybe men were meant to be fools and to hurt and to become like fools once again until eventually the gods pity you enough to give you what you wanted in the first place.
or maybe not…..I guess I’ll find out soon enough.
The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.
Reblogged solely for the fact that the last two lines that complete the quote for me were left off.
(via spaztastiic)
beautiful.
“Why should your heart not dance?”
“It’s the measure of my folly that my heart almost answered, ‘Why not?’”
“The gods never send us this invitation to delight so readily or so strongly as when they are preparing some new agony.”
“I thought about fire in the sky, I thought about fire. I thought about love burning in your eyes, I thought about fire. I thought about a burning fire. I thought about a loving fire.”- Blindside-
I thought about a dying fire.
I’ll stop being a cynic when Hope stops hurting
Never reaching what I want to reach
Never being who I want to be
Blaming me when I fall and fail
All my dreams splintering
Under my fingernails
Am I finished? I can’t seem to make up my mind because I’m so conflicted.
Is this the sound of settling?
It might simply be the measure of my arrogance to think I deserve more…maybe I should settle for less.
It’s ok if you break, you’ll see colors again
Whenever did it all happen
That one color after another seems to fade
Now the sky is carved with a coalpen
It’s all gray despite the effort you made
::sigh::
