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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>For Your Words</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @foryourwords)</generator><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>“Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don&amp;#8217;t know when it will arrive seems to...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;“Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don&amp;#8217;t know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It&amp;#8217;s that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don&amp;#8217;t know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that&amp;#8217;s so deeply a part of your being that you can&amp;#8217;t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.” ― Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/49205411060</link><guid>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/49205411060</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 14:39:01 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>A Long Encounter by John Ash
&amp;#8220;Only the dead don&amp;#8217;t know what heaven is likefor the reset,...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A Long Encounter by John Ash&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Only the dead don&amp;#8217;t know what heaven is like&lt;br/&gt;for the reset, extrapolation is possible&lt;br/&gt;to meet someone for the first time &lt;br/&gt;and immediately adore them &lt;br/&gt;as if they were the sun would be one instant&lt;br/&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t mean you should fall in love with this person&lt;br/&gt;simply that when they speak from the far end of a littered table&lt;br/&gt;you should know you have entered a new country&lt;br/&gt;and its landscape, architecture and song&lt;br/&gt;will continue to embrace and fascinate you&lt;br/&gt;through the long years&lt;br/&gt;an avenue has opened and its trees are pricked with lights&lt;br/&gt;there is nothing you can&amp;#8217;t afford &lt;br/&gt;if what is expended is sympathy&lt;br/&gt;these people are to be treasured and adored&lt;br/&gt;as if each were a public holiday&lt;br/&gt;the planting of the first tree after a long and terrible winter&lt;br/&gt;the construction of the first house in a wilderness&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/41814994499</link><guid>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/41814994499</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2013 14:44:00 -0800</pubDate><category>john ash</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/a779b840c7feb9563c933b2ac7285efe/tumblr_mewlneMbxf1qkyn56o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/39788558329</link><guid>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/39788558329</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2013 16:33:51 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"He folded his fear into a perfect rose. He held it out in the palm of his hand. She took it from him..."</title><description>“He folded his fear into a perfect rose. He held it out in the palm of his hand. She took it from him and put it in her hair.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Arundhati Roy, &lt;em&gt;The God of Small Things&lt;/em&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://pavorst.tumblr.com/"&gt;pavorst&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/37475485707</link><guid>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/37475485707</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2012 06:42:27 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>thatkindofwoman:

““There is only you and your camera. The limitations in your photography are in...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thatkindofwoman.tumblr.com/post/33320828020/there-is-only-you-and-your-camera-the"&gt;thatkindofwoman&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;““There is only you and your camera. The limitations in your photography are in yourself, for what we see is what we are.””&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;—&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernst_Haas"&gt;Ernst Haas&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/33345304588</link><guid>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/33345304588</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2012 20:28:13 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>wolfandthesea:
“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.”
—
George...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://wolfandthesea.tumblr.com/post/33029905291/there-are-nights-when-the-wolves-are-silent-and"&gt;wolfandthesea&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;—&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;George Carlin (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://kcowyo.tumblr.com/"&gt;kcowyo&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/33035045586</link><guid>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/33035045586</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Oct 2012 14:54:32 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"We have reached a hastier and more superficial rhythm, now that we believe we are in touch with a..."</title><description>““We have reached a hastier and more superficial rhythm, now that we believe we are in touch with a greater amount of people, more people, more countries. This is the illusion which might cheat us of being in touch deeply with the one breathing next to us. The dangerous time when mechanical voices, radios, telephones, take the place of human intimacies, and the concept of being in touch with millions brings a greater and greater poverty in intimacy and human vision.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Anaïs Nin (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://truuuth.tumblr.com/"&gt;truuuth&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/32683916905</link><guid>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/32683916905</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2012 13:11:05 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"I feel the need to swing away from constant explanations. I want to run away from too much..."</title><description>“I feel the need to swing away from constant explanations. I want to run away from too much consciousness, too much awareness. At night, I seek dancing, friendships, nature, forgetfulness, music, or sleep.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Anais Nin (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://lothedino.tumblr.com/"&gt;lothedino&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/32683613533</link><guid>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/32683613533</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2012 13:06:17 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Anais Nin, Henry and June</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb520a6qRg1ru0gwuo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anais Nin, &lt;em&gt;Henry and June&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/32683522398</link><guid>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/32683522398</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2012 13:04:49 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is..."</title><description>“Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening…Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Alice Walker  (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://cumdesgarconss.tumblr.com/"&gt;cumdesgarconss&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/31462052267</link><guid>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/31462052267</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2012 07:37:34 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1m7fiTVGH1qhgzweo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/31459714940</link><guid>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/31459714940</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2012 06:16:16 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9whvxwWPc1qdqlnso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/31459391983</link><guid>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/31459391983</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2012 06:04:07 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4ynm2V7DC1qgj29xo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/31060343328</link><guid>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/31060343328</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2012 08:52:22 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t..."</title><description>“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Charles Bukowski (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://raw-and-loud.tumblr.com/"&gt;raw-and-loud&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/30201604063</link><guid>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/30201604063</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Aug 2012 16:20:55 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lymtp756NQ1rnl8f1o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/30200287214</link><guid>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/30200287214</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Aug 2012 15:58:41 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>“Only those who look with the eyes of children can lose themselves in the object of their...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;“Only those who look with the eyes of children can lose themselves in the object of their wonder.”—Eberhard Arnold &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/28007194233</link><guid>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/28007194233</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2012 14:56:14 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>“As soon as we wish to be happier, we are no longer happy.””—Walter Landon</title><description>&lt;p&gt;“As soon as we wish to be happier, we are no longer happy.””—Walter Landon&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/28005998718</link><guid>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/28005998718</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2012 14:38:29 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>“Our obligation to survive is owed not just to ourselves but also to that Cosmos, ancient and vast,...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;“Our obligation to survive is owed not just to ourselves but also to that Cosmos, ancient and vast, from which we spring.”—&lt;em&gt;Cosmos&lt;/em&gt; by Carl Sagan &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/28005944506</link><guid>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/28005944506</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2012 14:37:41 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>“I say Live, Live because of the sun, the dream, the excitable gift.”
—Anne Sexton, from...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;“I say Live, Live because of the sun, the dream, the excitable gift.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;—Anne Sexton, from &lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;&lt;a href="http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/annesexton/588" title="Live"&gt;Live&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/28005917830</link><guid>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/28005917830</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2012 14:37:17 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>“He’s stolen something from me &amp;amp; I don’t know if it has a name or not— like counting your ribs...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;“He’s stolen something from me &amp;amp; I don’t know if it has a name or not— like counting your ribs with one foolish hand &amp;amp; mine with the other.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;—&amp;#8221;&lt;a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/177458"&gt;After Summer Fell Apart&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#8221; by Yusef Komunyakaa&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/28003793018</link><guid>http://foryourwords.tumblr.com/post/28003793018</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2012 14:05:33 -0700</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
