For language to have meaning there must be intervals of silence somewhere, to divide word from word and utterance from utterance. He who retires into silence does not necessarily hate language. Perhaps it is love and respect for language which imposes silence upon him.
Thomas Merton, “Disputed Questions” (via si-tu-savais)
I am a hunter of beauty and I move slow and I keep eyes wide, every fiber of every muscle sensing all wonder and this is the thrill of the hunt and I could be an expert on the life full, the beauty meat the lurks in every moment.
Ann Voskamp (via si-tu-savais)
i wanna get drunk and kiss a lot and not think for a while