Heartwarming Story: Little Girl Doesn’t Have To Do Anything To Fund Her Dad’s Surgery Because His

Notebooks 1951-1959 by Albert Camus // The Knight of the Flowers (detail) by Georges Rochegrosse // The Way to Keep Going in Antarctica by Bernadette Mayer // Little Weirds by Jenny Slate // Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre // The Fairy Glen by Steve Gill // The Carrying by Ada Limón // All the Gay Saints by Kayleb Rae Candrilli // Mirrors X by Nikki Giovanni // The Poet by Reynier Llanes // The Wanderings of Oisin by W.B Yeats // Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke // Letter to Gustave Flaubert X by George Sand // When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities by Chen Chen // Waterlilies by Claude Monet

“To learn which questions are unanswerable, and not to answer them: this skill is most needful in times of stress and darkness.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, from The Left Hand of Darkness

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters to a Young Poet

“And maybe that’s all I wanted—to be asked a question and have it cover me, like a roof the width of myself.”

— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous

“[…] the openness to revelation. Which is another way of saying, to being wrong about what is possible and true.”

— Karen Russell, from “The Ghost Birds”

But, anyway, aren’t there moments that are better than knowing something, and sweeter?

— Mary Oliver, from “Snowy Night”

“In the end I would rather wonder than know.”

— Mary Ruefle, from “On Secrets,” in Madness, Rack, and Honey

“She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.”

— Catherynne M. Valente

when people are like “he’s not even attractive you could find a guy that looks like him at any gas station” i’m like….. well you see there’s beauty everywhere actually

i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here

“Fall in love with the person who enjoys your madness, not an idiot who forces you to be normal.”

— Unknown

stop glamorizing “the Grind” and start glamorizing whatever this is

“When faced with headlines calculating how long we collectively have left to live, or how the angry men in charge of the world still haven’t been taught to share the sandbox, I tend to lean further into my dreaming. I tend to cling to the things I can change. In 200,000 years of living, the human race has learned so little. We invent the wheel, shoot ourselves to the moon, collapse the ocean, forget to stomp out cigarettes. If there is an antidote to the discord, it is your tender hands pressed against your bleeding heart. In my wildest dreams, I imagine a love beyond countries and gods. In my wildest dreams, no child learns how to play dead. Out the window, is everything green and growing. All the guns rusted in the rain. It hurt to work this hard, believe me; the taste of swallowed pride, the grit of sore muscles, the shame in how we could have started so much sooner, but how worthwhile it is to be here now. In my wildest dreams, someone across the world falls asleep safe. My neighbor’s fridge is full. I can see so many more stars. The news is slow and none of us mind. In my wildest dreams, we all come home from the war.”

— Schuyler Peck, Biology of A Bleeding Heart