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free-my-mindd · 1 day
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In absolute silence I listen for you.
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bonboony · 3 days
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يا الله علي هذا الجمال و كانه شعاع سكينة و سلام يرشق صدري ..
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kamala-laxman · 2 days
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“Remember, the best shelter is in the silence of your soul. And if you can develop that silence, nothing in the world can touch you… - Paramahansa Yogananda
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metamorphesque · 5 months
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― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit
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lauramakabresku · 6 months
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God's grace wanders at night among the fields of the soul
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mournfulroses · 6 months
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Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares written in February 1950
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feral-ballad · 7 months
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Forugh Farrokhzad, tr. by Hasan Javadi & Susan Sallée, from Another Birth: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; "Let us believe in the beginning of a cold season"
[Text ID: "I am naked, naked, naked / naked like the moments of silence / between the phrases of love"]
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flowerytale · 1 year
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Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait in Letters
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free-my-mindd · 7 months
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Distance, silence, peace.
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fluffygif · 1 year
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Pure rain sounds
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inevitablesblog · 2 months
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Quiero sentarme en la orilla de la playa a pensar en nada.
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itsclassicmee · 5 months
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“I'm a master of speaking silently, all my life I've spoken silently and I've lived through entire tragedies in silence”.
–Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit.
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derangedrhythms · 9 months
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It seemed more honest to remain silent.
Ingeborg Bachmann, quoted by R. Kolewe in 'Afterletters: From an essay on desire'
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lauramakabresku · 6 months
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Into great silence
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tamsoj · 7 months
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The worst that can happen often happens in silence. It is not the explosion, but the aftermath, when you see through the smoke and ash, that you know how much you have lost.
Alice Hoffman, The Invisible Hour
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