“That is my problem with life, I rush through it, like I’m being chased. Even things whose whole point is slowness, like drinking relaxing tea. When I drink relaxing tea, I suck it down as if I’m in a contest for who can drink relaxing tea the quickest. Or if I’m in a hot tub with some other people and we’re all looking up at the stars, I’ll be the first to say, It’s so beautiful here. The sooner you say, It’s so beautiful here, the quicker you can say, Wow, I’m getting overheated.” — no one belongs here more than you by miranda july

“So I am here — it is a beautiful moonlight night. There is nothing for me to say — My night is so different from your night — I just wish you could see it — It touches something in me that I so like to have touched — something that seems to be all of me —” — georgia o’keeffe, from a letter to alfred stieglitz written c. june 1929

“Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.” — their eyes were watching god by zora neale hurston

“She’d never believed in love at first sight but she did believe in recognition at first sight, she believed in understanding upon meeting someone for the first time that they were going to be important in her life, a sensation like recognizing a familiar face in an old photograph: in a sea of faces that mean nothing, one comes into focus. You.” — the glass hotel by emily st. john mandel

“What is grief if not love perservering?” — wandavision

”But the acclaim also felt like part of the performance itself, the best part, and the most pure expression of what I was trying to do, which was to make myself into this kind of person: someone worthy of praise, someone worthy of love.” — conversations with friends by sally rooney