earthtojennifer’s most recent Quotables

If you were to press your heart close up against somebody else’s heart eventually your hearts will start beating at the same time. If you have somebody in your life that is prone to anxiety, like myself, and you happen to be a calm person, you could come up and hug me and my heart hopefully would slow to yours. Or maybe yours would speed up to mine. But either way, we’ll be there together.

It's a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical mind.

Who said nights were for sleep?

You know that place between sleep and awake?
The place where you can still remember dreaming.
That's where I'll always love you.
That's where I'll be waiting.

I like the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty... Then I can breathe, and can think while others are sleeping, in a way can stop time, can have it so – this has always been my dream – so that while everyone else is frozen, I can work busily about them, doing whatever it is that needs to be done, like the elves who make the shoes while children sleep.

While we're awake, we share one universe, but in sleep we each turn away to a world of our own.

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.

Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

Try to record your own silence. Listen to it when you are alone, but be careful! You could go insane because of your own noise.

The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks.
I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.

So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem;
I whisper with my lips close to your ear,
I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.

Some people care too much, I think it's called love.

Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away.

I feel an inherent tiredness that cannot be simply cured by sleep.

She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And put out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.