Rambles of a Constant Mind

Sep 20

Like most families, the Kommel’s enjoy a solid V formation when watching live music. #kommelsflytogether #porchrokr #highlandsquare

Like most families, the Kommel’s enjoy a solid V formation when watching live music. #kommelsflytogether #porchrokr #highlandsquare

May 22

“I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.” — Virginia Woolf,The Voyage Out.

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Apr 21

“I don’t just want your heart. I want your flesh, your skin and blood and bones, your voice, your thoughts, your pulse and most of all your fingerprints, everywhere.” — Isobel Thrilling (via lunaoki)

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“A thousand dreams within me softly burn.” — Arthur Rimbaud

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Mar 30

“Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.” — David Levithan, The Realm of Possibility 

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“We are the only animals that tell stories to understand the world we live in.” — Salman Rushdie

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Mar 26

Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. And intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.” — Janet Fitch, White Oleander

Mar 24

“I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free.” — Sylvia Plath (via 14books)

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Mar 23

“Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star.
It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.
Maybe the star doesn’t even exist any more.
Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.” — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

Mar 04

Mar 03

“I sit and I think about everything and everyone, and then nothing at all. Like a child’s body freezes when shadows dance across a dark room, I am still. Do my everythings, my nothings, or my somethings think of me? In the midst of their daily routines do I dance across their chaotic minds? Then I wonder, if people weren’t afraid of being read into…if we felt like we could say to someone, “You crossed my mind today, like you do everyday because I love you and I miss you…” without it having to mean something more than just that…would we tell people more often that they are thought of? I wish things could be so simple. I wish sometimes that it were easier to love everyone without hurting anyone because people should always know that they are thought of…remembered…loved.” — Carma Bland, Midnight Confessions Journal

"…if people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane."

"…if people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane."

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Mar 02

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“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.” — Pearl S. Buck

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