This is perfect.

"With a set of chopsticks in her hands and a Tibetan prayer spilling from her lips, Gelazomo, a 32-year-old yak herder, hunched over the rocky banks of the river that cuts through this city and hunted for the quarry that she hoped would bring salvation.
Every few minutes, she would tease out a tiny river shrimp that had become stranded in the mud, and then dropping it into a bucket of water. Beside her, dozens of other Tibetans toiled in the noonday sun, among them small children and old people who, from afar, appeared to be panning for gold.
'Buddha has taught us that treating others with love and compassion is the right thing to do, no matter how tiny that life is,' she explained, as the newly revived crustaceans darted through the water of her bucket.”
For more, see Andrew Jacobs, “In Scarred Tibetan City, Devotion to the Sanctity of Life,” New York Times (25 July 2014)
Image: Gilles Sabrie for the New York Times


The conflict in Gaza makes me feel so powerless. I want to make a change but as a single, regular person there’s so little I can do.. It just amazes me how people treat each other and how cruel and emotionless they can be. Could you imagine killing somebody? Killing a soul filled with dreams, hopes and wishes? And especially an innocent soul? It just seems so surreal to me.


L’illusion est le premier plaisir.

(Illusion is the first of all pleasures.)

Voltaire, La Pucelle d’Orléans (via shigella)
"Envie de tes bras, envie de ton coeur,
Désir d’un parfum et de douceurs.
Juste l’envie d’être là,
Mon coeur dans tes bras."

Sandra Dulier

(Envy for your arms, envy for your heart, Desire of a flavor and sweetnesses. Just the envy to be there, My heart in your arms.)


John Fowles, The French Lieutenant’s Woman
"It was no use now. It was no use trying to capture what had gone. What had fled."
Ernest Hemingway, from The Torrents Of Spring (via violentwavesofemotion)
"Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know."
Ernest Hemingway (via feellng)
"I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you."
Ernest Hemingway, The Garden of Eden (via wordsnquotes)
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed"
Happy birthday Ernest Hemingway, b. on this day in 1899 (via penamerican)
"I am so in love with you that there isn’t anything else."
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via bookmania)
"I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake."
Ernest Hemingway (via feellng)
"The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too."
Ernest Hemingway, Men Without Women (via kushandwizdom)