"My God, tongues fall short of attaining praise of You proper to Your majesty,
intellects are incapable of grasping the core of Your beauty,
eyes fail before gazing upon the glories of Your face,"
The Whispered Prayer of the Knowers (via volaream)
How about God does give us more than we can handle. Seriously I dare some of you to walk up to someone who has been bereaved, or diagnosed with a terminal illness, or abused, or bullied horrifically or some such thing and say “God never gives you more than you can handle.” Shut up, of course He gives you more than you can handle, why? So that His strength can be made perfect in your weakness, so that you can learn to rely on Him.
"People who say that suicide is selfish always reference the survivors. It’s selfish to leave children, spouses and other family members behind, so they say. They’re not thinking about the survivors, or so they would have us believe. What they don’t know is that those very loved ones are the reason many people hang on for just one more day. They do think about the survivors, probably up until the very last moment in many cases. But the soul-crushing depression that envelops them leaves them feeling like there is no alternative. Like the only way to get out is to opt out. And that is a devastating thought to endure.
Until you’ve stared down that level of depression, until you’ve lost your soul to a sea of emptiness and darkness… you don’t get to make those judgments. You might not understand it, and you are certainly entitled to your own feelings, but making those judgments and spreading that kind of negativity won’t help the next person. In fact, it will only hurt others."
The most beautiful 5 hour hike leading to a tea house in the mountains
"I don’t believe in fate, she said at last. But I do believe in…loopholes. I think a lot of what keeps the world going is the result of accidents — happy or otherwise — and taking advantage of these."
Robin McKinley, Sunshine (via wordsnquotes)
"Yesterday, Robin Williams died by suicide. I can’t know why, in that moment, he felt that ending his life was the only door, but the version of the story that sounds realest to me — and to many other people — is that his depression killed him. Since this news came out, the internet has been a sorrowful but beautiful place to be. I spent hours last night and this morning scrolling through Facebook and Twitter and feeling connected to a tremendous and temporary community, united by our love and grief for this man we didn’t know. And scattered among those, with really astonishing frequency, were the expressions of regret that so inevitably follow newsworthy suicides, variations on themes: “If only he’d known how loved he was,” “If only he’d reached out for help,” “If only he’d known he wasn’t alone.”
Historically, when I’ve seen these waves of platitudes cresting on social media, I’ve felt angry. This morning, though, I didn’t. I felt truly, genuinely confused. Why didn’t these people understand that you can’t just will depression away? It’s not something solved by “reaching out” or “knowing that people love you”; depression is not, in point of fact, you at all, but a malicious program that’s taken up residence in your brain that runs alongside your you-ness, and turns your brain into a zero-sum landgrab between malware and firmware. Not only does the depression chip away at your energy and focus and clarity, but what you do retain is so exhausted from the nonstop defense of its resources that at times you just want to give in, give up, sink all the way into the warm, quiet darkness."
"There are all kinds of silences, and each of them means a different thing."
Beryl Markham (via aestheticintrovert)
"We live with the decisions we make…That’s what bravery is. Standing by the consequences of your mistakes."
M.L. Stedman, The Light Between Oceans (via wordsnquotes)