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Yinon Muallem,
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zarifadam:

Yinon Muallem & Şirin Pancaroğlu - La Vita E Bella

alonewithenature:

Amazing Underground (Ryan Deboodt)
Hang En, Vietnam.

alonewithenature:

Amazing Underground (Ryan Deboodt)

Hang En, Vietnam.

(via ohchanda)

alittleheartandruh:

ask the people
who drowned
in their sadness
whether they would
erase it

they’ll tell you
no
for they learnt more
in the depths of their despair
than they ever did
from the illusion of
‘happiness’

(via haberanemas)

For those who know the value of and exquisite taste of solitary freedom (for one is only free when alone), the act of leaving is the bravest and most beautiful of all.
Isabelle Eberhardt, The Nomad (via theblackquill)
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Rainy Day (via theblackquill)
Each of us has the right and the responsibility to assess the roads which lie ahead, and those over which we have traveled, and if the future road looms ominous or unpromising, and the roads back uninviting, then we need to gather our resolve and, carrying only the necessary baggage, step off that road into another direction. If the new choice is also unpalatable, without embarrassment, we must be ready to change that as well.
Maya Angelou, Wouldn’t Take Nothing for My Journey Now  (via theblackquill)
Have regular hours for work and play; make each day both useful and pleasant, and prove that you understand the worth of time by employing it well. Then youth will bring few regrets, and life will become a beautiful success.
Louisa May Alcott, Little Women (via theblackquill)
Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you’re not really losing it. You’re just passing it on to someone else.
Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven (via theblackquill)
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Alfred Tennyson, Ulysses (via theblackquill)