moonandnightss
a lost cause.
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“Life was easy with you and it came so naturally. You were the extension of me and I would never need to finish my words, as who knew me better than you? You knew your place which was by my side. It is the little things that make the person and you would easily have kept me going for a lifetime. The way you would look at me with fire in your eyes showed me that I was the only one for you. You stole my heart and hid it away.”
— from Al Mujahid's letter to his wife
“I think the most beautiful things on a human being are their eyes. You can see the age of their soul and the scars of their past. You can see the stars when they’re in love or the darkness of their hate. You can see the truth and the lies in their look, their heartbeat through their pupils and the art in their irises. That’s why you have to pay attention to the eyes of someone. It’s like a mirror of themselves. You can even see yourself if you ever meet a soulmate.”
— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
“I don’t know why the memories grow while I shrink. I don’t remember what I wanted to say. I don’t want to say what I remember.”
— Dunya Mikhail, from ‘Buzz’, The War Works Hard (trans. Elizabeth Winslow)
— Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War
— Mary Oliver, Entering the Kingdom
I’m really bad at conversations sorry if I’ve ever talked to you
turn off your phone, throw it in a lake, become unreachable
“…we can see ourselves turning into memories. We are these memories. As of this moment, we’ll remember each other as we’ll remember a distant world disappearing into a blueness more blue than it used to be. We’ll part in the pitch of longing.”
— Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
— Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds
“I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever.”
— Rabindranath Tagore, Unending Love
i am so determined to fall more in love with life. intentionally romanticising the walks i am on, the birds chirping, the blooming nature around me, the water in my cup of tea turning from a light peach tone to a dark pink, the poetry i write, the things i am learning, my handwriting, dozing off while sitting in front of my window, all of it and more. I have to take a closer look at the little things that make my heart beat faster.
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
“ You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.”
– Oscar Wilde
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
— Sarah Williams
i miss you in moments when i drown deep in the sea of past. i miss you in fragments when my mind refuses to listen to me, because it traces over your every word and replays every memory of yours.
I have drunken deep of joy, and I will taste no other wine tonight.
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out.
— Criss Jami, Diotima, Battery, Electric Personality
you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable.
when I was younger, I used to think true love was tumultuous and intense. but now, I feel like real love is gentle. passionate in a soft, sweet way. not fireworks and drama, but a love that’s like coming home, the breeze on a still summer day. a balm to the aches of the world.
“If someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised, because every night I tell her about you.”
— Shahrazad al-Khalij
“What a strange thing! To be alive beneath cherry blossoms.”
– Kobayashi Issa
Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.
— W.S. Merwin
I am looking neither respectfully nor disrespectfully. I gaze without recognition of your form, and without understanding.
“I am writing to reach you–even if each word I put down is one word further from where you are.”
— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (Penguin, 2019)
Only reason I haven’t gone insane is because I romanticise everything.
"You only talk about the moon" I'm sorry, but does it look like there's anything more worthy than her highness?
The moon had been observing the earth close-up longer than anyone. It must have witnessed all of the phenomena occurring - and all of the acts carried out - on this earth. But the moon remained silent; it told no stories. All it did was embrace the heavy past with a cool, measured detachment. On the moon there was neither air nor wind. Its vacuum was perfect for preserving memories unscathed. No one could unlock the heart of the moon.
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84