Lausche der Stille, lass dich von ihr umhüllen, als wäre sie ein Musikstück, wie beim Beobachten von Vögeln. Esther de Waal
Lycoreia
@lycoreia.bsky.social
amateur photographer, bookworm, ponderer. 🌿 into nature, birdwatching & fountain pens german living in spain (she/her)
lch liebe die Sanftmut über allen Dingen dieser Welt. Pablo Neruda
Julian Onderdonk (1882-1922) Coreopsis near San Antonio, Texas.
Stefan Zweig For I regard memory not as a phenomenon preserving one thing and losing another merely by chance, but as a power that deliberately places events in order or wisely omits them. Everything we forget about our own lives was really condemned to oblivion by an inner instinct long ago.
Im Brennglas der dünner werdenden Zeit, die mich bestimmenden Faktoren hinterfragend, liege ich mitten von Träumen wach.
„Ungewohntes bleibt dem Kleinbürger eine Fundgrube von Spaß und Abneigung; das hängt mit seiner unsicheren Selbstzufriedenheit zusammen." Guten Morgen mit Ernst Bloch 8. Juli 1885 - 4. August 1977 
death takes and takes, with grasping, greedy hands... yet love, which wants for nothing, endures
“Compassion is a verb.” ~ Thich Nhat Hanh A winter’s morning waning gibbous moon
Georges Laugée. Pintor francés, 1853-1937. Las espigadoras antes de la tormenta. 1887
Berlín Alexanderplatz. Ury Lesser, ca. 1915-1920. Pastel sobre cartulina.
i always hope you'll find me between your pages... in the same way i find you between mine
"There is a place in you where you have never been wounded, where there is still a sureness in you ... a confidence and tranquility." John O'Donohue The Inner Landscape of Beauty
as soon as dawn one star then suddenly none then blue then pale and the whole apparition only ever known backwards already too late now almost gone Alice Oswald Falling Awake
I may not have amazing victories, but I can amaze you with the defeats that I came out of alive. - Anton Chekhov
