You were unsure which pain is worse — the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.
Simon Van Booy, Everything Beautiful Began After (via larmoyante)
Tell me what’s the difference Because my heart doesn’t know. It constantly cuts itself on the glass of waiting;
Anna Kamienska, from A Nest Of Quiet (via modernhepburn)
between hope and waiting.
It constantly gets lost in the fog of hope.
Tell me what’s the difference
Because my heart doesn’t know.
It constantly cuts itself on the glass of waiting;
Take the time to really attend to a meal, a good book, a piece of music, or a sunrise. The point is to be fully present, to not be swept up into the distraction of a thousand voices, but to learn how to simply and fully attend to one. Then, when one enters back into the noisy world we live in, even the million colors together are more vibrant because you have learned to better see color in its essence. To truly see is to find hope.
M. Gungor “The Crowd, The Critic, and The Muse” (via radiance-in-the-shadowland)