iloveprideandprejudice2005:

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aaronmcknightstudio:

“Nature may be speechless, without language, in the human sense; but nature is highly articulate. Discourse is only one process of articulation.”
- Donna Haraway

“The world does not need words. It articulates itself in sunlight, leaves, and shadows. The stones on the path are no less real for lying uncatalogued and uncounted. The fluent leaves speak only the dialect of pure being.”
- Dana Gioia, Words

“Air, soil, water, fire — those are words,
I myself am a word with them — my qualities interpenetrate
with theirs — my name is nothing to them,
Though it were told in the three thousand languages, what
would air, soil, water, fire know of my name?”
- Walt Whitman, a song of the rolling earth

“I came to see myself as growing out of the earth like the other native animals and plants. I saw my body and my daily motions as brief coherences and articulations of the energy of the place, which would fall back into it like leaves in the autumn.”
- Wendell Berry, A Native Hill

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seaymphea:

“So I perversely circle the late stars, drowsier and drowsier, sleepily longing for something.”

— Sylvia Plath (via digitalforest)

(Source: deather-child)