| me: | [walking past book store] |
|---|---|
| me: | [bREATHES HEAVILY] |
| mom: | no |
In college, I used to underline sentences that struck me, that made me look up from the page. They were not necessarily the same sentences the professors pointed out, which would turn up for further explication on an exam. I noted them for their clarity, their rhythm, their beauty and their enchantment. For surely it is a magical thing for a handful of words, artfully arranged, to stop time. To conjure a place, a person, a situation, in all its specificity and dimensions. To affect us and alter us, as profoundly as real people and things do.
Jhumpa Lahiri, My Life’s Sentences (via concocted)
Collecting these because no one understands their genius. They make me want to go to school.
my favorite one: That is Mahogany!
I think the one where the teacher says he would be better off “accepting my teachings without resistance” is so creepy/gross
Reblogging for the Mahogany note.
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Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.
Dr. Seuss (via seabois)
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“They say that the human hand is the hardest thing to draw. While it may very well be true, it’s the eyes that draw my attention the most. Ukrainian artist Pavel Guzenko manages to capture the glimmering gaze of the human eye with his impressionist technique. Each shimmering orb depicts a remarkable reflective surface, truly capturing the sparkle in one’s eye. Guzenko, who lives and works in Kiev, began his artistic career as a designer but has pursued his professional path in painting since 2006. The oil painter has a rich color palette that is evident in the body of his work that goes beyond the confines of the human eye. Each painting employs the talented artist’s quick brushstrokes that aren’t concerned so much with fine detailing as capturing the dynamic essence of the image.”
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lindasinklings: gathering days...two hundred sixty seven.
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I want to tell you a story…
There was a woman who had been sick — for years. Bleeding all that time. She hears about a teacher that heals people and braves the crowds to find him.
I can’t imagine what it was like for her to get to him. I can’t imagine trying to work her way through the…
while my prof was setting up for his lecture…
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