life-in-the-nerd-world:this is the best thing I have ever read.
I felt detached from my body as I read that. A large part of me just flew…
this is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever read.
I have this is in a school notebook just to read this over at school because it’s so beautiful
(Source: aseaofquotes, via explore-everywhere)
Cities are smells: Acre is the smell of iodine and spices. Haifa is the smell of pine and wrinkled sheets. Moscow is the smell of vodka on ice. Cairo is the smell of mango and ginger. Beirut is the smell of the sun, sea, smoke, and lemons. Paris is the smell of fresh bread, cheese, and derivations of enchantment. Damascus is the smell of jasmine and dried fruit. Tunis is the smell of night musk and salt. Rabat is the smell of henna, incense and honey. A city that cannot be known by its smell is unreliable. Exiles have a shared smell: the smell of longing for something else; a smell that remembers another smell. A painting, nostalgic that guides you, like a worn tourist map, to the smell of the original place. A smell is a memory and a setting sun. Sunset, here, is beauty rebuking the stranger. But to love the sunset is not, as they say, one of the attributes of exile. — Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence (via yesyes)
Silvana Cenni (1922), Felice Casorati
I kept saying, I can’t take one more thing….then one more thing would happen, and another after that. Finally, I surrendered. If God thought I was such a bad ass, then fine. I trusted him. And that’s when everything started falling in to place. — K. (via with-grace-and-guts)
At the touch of you,
As if you were an archer with your swift hand at the bow,
The arrows of delight shot through my body.
You were spring,
And I the edge of a cliff,
And a shining waterfall rushed over me.
C.S. Lewis in Mere Christianity makes a brilliant observation about gospel -humility at the very end of his chapter on pride. If we were to meet a truly humble person , Lewis says, we would never come away from meeting them thinking they were humble. They would not be always telling us they were a nobody (because a person who keeps saying they are a nobody is actually a self-obsessed person). The thing we would remember from meeting a truly gospel-humble person is how much they seemed to be totally interested in us. Because the essence of gospel-humility is not thinking more of myself or thinking less
Gospel-humility is not needing to think about myself. Not needing to connect things with myself. It is an end to thoughts such as, ‘I’m in this room with these people, does that make me look good? Do I want to be here?’ True gospel-humility means I stop connecting every experience, every conversation, with myself. In fact, I stop thinking about myself. The freedom of self-forgetfulness. The blessed rest that only self-forgetfulness brings. —
Timothy Keller (via definedbyyou)
I seriously needed to hear this today