" With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things. "
William Wordsworth (via perdure)
" Life consists of rare, isolated moments of the greatest significance and of innumerably many intervals, during which at best the silhouettes of those moments hover about us. Love, springtime, every beautiful melody, mountains, the moon, the sea — all these speak completely to the heart but once, if in fact they ever do get a chance to speak completely. For many men do not have those moments at all, and are themselves intervals and intermissions in the symphony of real life. "
Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human (via stainedpoems)
(noun) An untranslatable, German word consisting of welt, meaning world, and schmerz, meaning pain. Just as your head can hurt (kopfschmerzen), or you can suffer from a stomachache (magenschmerzen), the world can hurt too. In its mildest form, this is “world-weariness;” meaning sadness or melancholy at the evils of the world. At the other extreme, it’s an existential pain that leaves you reeling with a damaging, head-clutching despair. (via womenlikeher)