“It is good to taste for yourself everything you need to know. That worldly pleasures and wealth are not good things, I learned even as a child. I knew it for a long time, but only now have I experienced it.” KnowsNeedsHeartChildrenLongEyeRememberWealthPleasureMy HeartTasteLong TimeGood ThingsHearingStomachWorldlyWorldly Pleasures Author:Hermann Hesse
“Every moment a taste of that beauty in our mouths, another stashed in a pocket. Impossible to say what: no cypress so handsome, no sunlight, a lonely hiddenness. Other pleasure gathers a crowd, starts a fight, lots of noise there. But soul beauty stays quiet..his amazing whereabouts unknown inside my heart.” HeartSoulMomentsSpiritualFightingPleasureImpossibleMy HeartTasteQuietMouthsLonelyCrowdsNoisePocketsSunlightHandsomeCypressesSoul BeautyWhereabouts Author:Rumi
“I carried Rudy softly through the broken street...with him I tried a little harder at comforting. I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse Owens as he ran through an imaginary tape. I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor. He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It's his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.” HeartLittlesDoeBookSoulMomentsLyingNextNamesBlackWaterStepsBoysSawsDoorsStreetsCryBrokenMy HeartCallingTasteBedKissingHarderNeighborHipsRanGloriousTapeImaginaryChasingComfortingIcyRudyNext Door Neighbors Author:Markus Zusak
“I know the anger lies inside of me like I know the beat of my heart and the taste of my spit. It is easier to be furious than to be yearning. Easier to crucify myself in you than to take on the threatening universe of whiteness by admitting that we are worth wanting each other.” KnowsHeartLyingUniverseMy HeartEasierTasteBeatsYearningThreateningSpitFuriousAdmittingWhiteness Author:Audre Lorde
“I squeezed my eyes shut and took several deep breaths, trying not to smell Jace in front of me, not to taste him on my lips. But it was useless. In that moment, Jace was everywhere. He was in my mind, he was in my heart, and he was in my memory. He smelled good. He tasted good. And the blissful aftershock still throbbing in my most sensitive places felt wonderful, when everything else in my life was an obstacle to be overcome.” TryingMindHeartStillsMomentsEyeFeltMemoriesWonderfulFrontsMy HeartTasteOvercomingBreathsLipsObstaclesSmellUselessSensitiveThat MomentJaceDeep BreathAftershock Author:Rachel Vincent