Joy and Fear

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Sun, 19 May 2013 20:58:36 +0200

"The greatest mystery of all is reality."

Sun, 19 May 2013 20:55:54 +0200

““The greatest mystery of all is reality.””

- Beckmann

pedro1970: “I think of you often. Especially in the evenings, when I am on the balcony and it’s too...

Sun, 19 May 2013 20:55:37 +0200

pedro1970:

“I think of you often. Especially in the evenings, when I am on the balcony and it’s too dark to write or to do anything but wait for the stars. A time I love. One feels half disembodied, sitting like a shadow at the door of one’s being while the dark tide rises. Then comes the moon, marvelously serene, and small stars, very merry for some reason of their own. It is so easy to forget, in a worldly life, to attend to these miracles.”

Katherine Mansfield,

"You can’t make homes out of human beings."

Sun, 19 May 2013 20:54:34 +0200

“You can’t make homes out of human beings.”

- Warsan Shire

"Undisturbed, my garden fills with summer growth— how I wish for one who would push the deep..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 20:54:16 +0200

“Undisturbed,
my garden fills
with summer growth—
how I wish for one
who would push the deep grass aside.”

- Izumi Shikibu

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Sun, 19 May 2013 20:53:49 +0200

mpdrolet: From Il Tartufo D’Oro Marcus Oleniuk

Sun, 19 May 2013 20:53:32 +0200

mpdrolet:

From Il Tartufo D’Oro

Marcus Oleniuk

"We sit and talk quietly, with long lapses of silence, and I am aware of the stream that has no..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 20:53:09 +0200

“We sit and talk quietly,
with long lapses of silence,
and I am aware of the stream that has no language,
coursing beneath the quiet heaven of your eyes, which has no speech.”

- William Carlos Williams

"Intense, perceptive, blonde, lovely Sylvia. Perhaps she knew too much in a way. Perhaps, I know too..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 20:52:46 +0200

“Intense, perceptive, blonde, lovely Sylvia. Perhaps she knew too much in a way. Perhaps, I know too much in a way as well. Mind me, I’m even darker than that. Slightly more evil.”

- Anne Sexton, on Sylvia Plath from “A self-portrait in letters.”

"He was shy, timid, gentle, and kind, but he wrote gruesome and painful books. He saw the world as..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 18:45:20 +0200

“He was shy, timid, gentle, and kind, but he wrote gruesome and painful books. He saw the world as full of invisible demons, who tear apart and destroy defenseless people. He was too clear-sighted and too wise to be able to live; he was too weak to fight, he had that weakness of noble, beautiful people who are not able to do battle against the fear of misunderstandings, unkindness, or intellectual lies. Such persons know beforehand that they are powerless and go down in defeat in such a way that they shame the victor. He knew people as only people of great sensitivity are able to know them, as somebody who is alone and sees people almost prophetically, from one flash of a face. He knew the world in a deep and extraordinary manner. He was himself a deep and extraordinary world.”

-
Milená Jesenská, speaking about Franz Kafka

tweed-eyes: All my childhood in one the pictures…My father was...

Sat, 18 May 2013 15:38:49 +0200

tweed-eyes:

All my childhood in one the pictures…
My father was an archaeologist and every summer I went to the excavations.
‘Boy’ with suspenders - it’s me )))
I miss that time.

"It is possible that I have explored more terrible and more questionable worlds of thought than..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 15:37:04 +0200

“It is possible that I have explored more terrible and more questionable worlds of thought than anyone else, but simply because it is in my nature to love the silent backwater.”

- Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters

"So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 15:36:31 +0200

“So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.”

- Sylvia Plath

"Imagine a room, a sudden glow. Here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. Here are the..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 15:35:45 +0200

“Imagine a room,
a sudden glow. Here is my hand, my heart,
my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated
cities at the center of me, and here is the center
of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we
can drink from, but I can’t go through with it.
I just don’t want to die anymore.”

- “Saying Your Names,” Richard Siken

"A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 15:33:34 +0200

“A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul, and that, I am sure, is why he does it”

- Roald Dahl

theworldjustgotlighter: They say a picture is worth a thousand...

Sat, 18 May 2013 15:33:12 +0200

theworldjustgotlighter:

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. This one deserves more.

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Sat, 18 May 2013 15:32:48 +0200

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Sat, 18 May 2013 15:28:38 +0200

alessandramariaart: watercolor, graphite, and ink

Sat, 18 May 2013 15:28:12 +0200

alessandramariaart:

watercolor, graphite, and ink

"Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and..."

Fri, 17 May 2013 14:25:22 +0200

“Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.”

- Frida Kahlo