the brightest kind of flame

For love is as strong as death, its jealousy as enduring as the grave. Love flashes like fire, the brightest kind of flame.

The world is full of painful stories. Sometimes it seems as though there aren’t any other kind and yet I found myself thinking how beautiful that gleam of water was through the trees.

Parable of the Sower, Octavia E. Butler (via ethiopienne)

(Source: michannette, via hearingthebeatofmyowndrummer)