How I linger
to admire, admire, admire
the things of this world
that are kind, and maybe
also troubled—
roses in the wind,
the sea geese on the steep waves,
a love
to which there is no reply?

Mary Oliver, from “Heavy”
 (via the-final-sentence)

violentwavesofemotion:

“Where can I find an unyielding soul of myriad wounds like my own,”

— Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by P. A. Bien, from “Report To Greco,” publ. c. 1961