Trees talk to each other at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
We are all held together by invisible threads.
Books get lonely too.
Sadness can be eaten.
I will always be there.”—Raul Gutierrez, “Lies I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently” (via words-in-lines)
“Sometimes a journey arises out of hope and instinct, the heady conviction, as your finger travels along a map: Yes, here and here… and here. These are the nerve-ends of the world. A hundred reasons clamour for your going. You go to touch on human identities, to people an empty map. You have a notion that this is the world’s heart. You go to encounter the protean shapes of faith. You go because you are still young and crave excitement, the crunch of your boots in the dust; you go because you are old and need to understand something before it’s too late. You go to see what will happen.”—Colin Thubron (Shadow of the Silk Road), articulating perfectly why we travel. Perhaps my favourite paragraph of any book I have ever read. (via hrtbps) (via electricjuicebox) (via moi-seul)
“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square hole. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”—Think Different, Apple Computer Inc. advertising slogan (via ruineshumaines)
“note to self: revisit in English..
“He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.”—Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights (via quote-book)