You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.

Bob Marley (via silly-luv)

There is a great deal of difference between an eager man who wants to read a book and the tired man who wants a book to read.

Gilbert K. Chesterton (via feellng)

momo33me:

We went to document and to listen. I have dozens of stories and many, many photographs to share but later this week - I have to process what I witnessed and what I heard there from the people we met. The experience was overwhelming … One thing is for sure - they were hammered unmercifully by Israel ….. .the destruction of this village is widespread - and I heard too many stories of people escaping from their homes with little notice - running from their homes while they were being shelled or bombed. I witnessed scenes that reminded me of what I saw and experienced in Khuzaa and Shujaya …. you can not imagine what has been destroyed in these once beautiful border villages. But what besides the destruction did I immediately experience as soon as I got out of the car and started to walk the streets? Kindness, warm welcomes, thousands of beautiful children - generosity - the best of Palestine. I met a grandmother who beckoned me to see what had happened to her house during the multi-week attacks …… the street outside her home was torn up by the Israeli tanks ….. her home was totally flattened. …. she pointed to heaven and thanked Allah that her grandchildren were still alive. When their father brought them out, I thanked Allah too …. Alhamdulillah! That was a word that I used over and over again today. I took a photograph of this grandmother and three of her grandchildren …. She is strong woman - but there is deep sadness in all of their eyes. In spite of all that these children have witnessed - Beit Hanoun LIVES. Denny Cormier Gaza

momo33me:

We went to document and to listen. 

I have dozens of stories and many, many photographs to share but later this week - I have to process what I witnessed and what I heard there from the people we met. The experience was overwhelming … 

One thing is for sure - they were hammered unmercifully by Israel ….. .the destruction of this village is widespread - and I heard too many stories of people escaping from their homes with little notice - running from their homes while they were being shelled or bombed. 

I witnessed scenes that reminded me of what I saw and experienced in Khuzaa and Shujaya …. you can not imagine what has been destroyed in these once beautiful border villages. 

But what besides the destruction did I immediately experience as soon as I got out of the car and started to walk the streets? Kindness, warm welcomes, thousands of beautiful children - generosity - the best of Palestine. 

I met a grandmother who beckoned me to see what had happened to her house during the multi-week attacks …… the street outside her home was torn up by the Israeli tanks ….. her home was totally flattened. …. she pointed to heaven and thanked Allah that her grandchildren were still alive. 

When their father brought them out, I thanked Allah too …. 

Alhamdulillah! 

That was a word that I used over and over again today. 
I took a photograph of this grandmother and three of her grandchildren …. 
She is strong woman - but there is deep sadness in all of their eyes. 
In spite of all that these children have witnessed - Beit Hanoun LIVES. 

Denny Cormier Gaza

My notebook has remained blank for months
thanks to the light you shower
around me. I have no use
for my pen, which lies
languorously without grief.

Nothing is better than to live
a storyless life that needs
no writing for meaning—
when I am gone, let others say
they lost a happy man,
though no one can tell how happy I was.

Ha Jin, “Missed Time,”  Poetry (July 2000). (via literarymiscellany)