It’s as if what is unbreakable—

the very pulse of life—waits for
everything else to be torn away,
and then in the bareness that
only silence and suffering and
great love can expose, it dares
to speak through us and to us.

It seems to say, if you want to last,
hold on to nothing. If you want
to know love, let in everything.
If you want to feel the presence
of everything, stop counting the
things that break along the way.

Mark Nepo, "Where is God?" from Parabola (Vol. 38, No. 4, Winter 2013-2014)

(via portermoto)

Each one of us is alone in the world. He is shut in a tower of brass, and can communicate with his fellows only by signs, and the signs have no common value, so that their sense is vague and uncertain. We seek pitifully to convey to others the treasures of our heart, but they have not the power to accept them, and so we go lonely, side by side but not together, unable to know our fellows and unknown by them.

W. Somerset Maugham, Moon and Sixpence (via talesofpassingtime)

(via talesofpassingtime)

I don’t know what’s the matter with me—why I’m so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumor.

David Shields, How Literature Saved My Life 

(via zealotry)

Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. I use the word ‘love’ here not merely in the personal sense but as a state of being, or a state of grace - not in the infantile American sense of being made happy but in the tough and universal sense of quest and daring and growth.

James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time  

(via recumbentibous)

I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.

 Khaled Hosseini