Martha Gellhorn, From A Letter To David Gurewitsch Featured In The Selected Letters Of Martha Gellhorn

Where you are understood, you are at home.

John O'Donohue

— Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin (Vol. 1: 1931-1934) (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

lonely, little hands, with the nocturnal scent of generous stars.

- Forough Farrokhzad, Window Poem

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Margaret Llewyn Davis, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf

some days progress feels as small as a single breath drawn in darkness - trembling, uncertain, barely there at all. but remember: even that whispered inhale is the universe continuing its ancient dance through your bones, even that fragile moment is your story refusing to end.

haiku #19, tathev simonyan