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Beautiful Latin phrases ~ part 3

•omnia iam fient quae posse negabam - everything which I used to say could not happen, will happen now

•poeta nascitur, non fit - the poet is born, not made

•qui dedit benificium taceat; narrat qui accepit - let him who has done a good deed be silent; let him who has received it tell it

•saepe ne utile quidem est scire quid futurum sit - often, it is not advantageous to know what will be

•sedit qui timuit ne non succederet - he who feared he would not succeed sat still

•si vis pacem, para bellum - if you want peace, prepare for war

•struit insidias lacrimis cum feminia plorat - when a woman weeps, she is setting traps with her tears

•sub rosa - under the rose

•trahimir omnes laudis studio - we are led on by our eagerness for praise

•urbem latericium invenit, marmoream reliquit - he found the city a city of bricks; he left it a city of marble

•ut incepit fidelis sic permanet - as loyal as she began, so she remains.

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are there any poems you have on home, if its ok to ask? i feel homesick for a home beyond my reach and thought i could come to you.

“I was in a place where nobody knew my heart even a little bit.”

— Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

“it’s as if I had to go back home on foot, alone, barefoot not knowing where far away, everybody else went long ago”

— Hélène Cixous, Hyperdream (tr. Beverly Bie Brahic)

“[ON LOSING LOVE]: This is the model I propose. You are arriving home and as you approach the garage you try to work your routine magic. Nothing happens; the doors remain closed. You do it again. Again nothing. At first puzzled, then anxious, then furious with disbelief, you sit in the driveway with the engine running; you sit there for weeks, months, for years, waiting for the doors to open. But you are in the wrong car, in front of the wrong garage, waiting outside the wrong house. One of the troubles is this: the heart isn't heart shaped.”

— Julian Barnes, A History of the World in 10 and 1/2 Chapters

— James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“‘I’m homesick all the time,’ she said, still not looking at him. ‘I just don’t know where home is. There’s this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it’s like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.”

— Sarah Addison Allen, The Girl Who Chased the Moon 

“Wickedness has leaked into the home I made, / and I want to burn it down. Sister, tell me / how you stand the murderous fury. You there / still singing, I crave demolishing, to eat / explosives.”

— Ada Limón, Bright Dead Things; “Home Fires”

“At the core of all sighs is a name, a stone from the body’s last lost home.”

— Karen Solie, from “Days Inn,” Short Haul Engine

“To ask “Where is home?” as if there is one answer. To write home in a poem, like a poem could be a home—is this happy or sad?”

— Chen Chen, from “Craft Capsule: On Becoming a Pop Star, I Mean, a Poet”

“Feeling what we all feel: home is a forgotten recipe, a spice we can find nowhere, a taste we can never reproduce, exactly.”

— Richard Blanco, from “Mexican Almuerzo in New England”

— Ross Gay, from Bringing the Shovel Down; “Because”

“I want to ask was there ever one / moment when all of it relented, / when rain and ocean and their own / sense of home were revealed to them / as one and the same?”

— Eavan Boland, from In a Time of Violence

“I: Why not take the shorter way home. HT: There is no shorter way home.”

— Anne Carson, from Men in the Off Hours; “Interview with Hara Tamiki (1950)”

“I can’t get you out of my mind tonight; the corner of the sofa where you sat is haunted for me by your presence, the whole flat seems full of you.”

— Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf written c. November 1926 (via f-ridaas)

If you want to read a book but have trouble focusing, pretend you're reading it to your favorite character- or your favorite character is reading it to you.

~ Ocean Vuong, On Earth We Are Briefly Gorgeous

Patiently waiting for hazy summer evenings