mai 2011
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“I avoid people who I actually like. I suppose that’s a phobia but also a habit.”
– Morrissey
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“This is the sadness of the sea -
waves like words, all broken -
a sameness of...”
– William Carlos Williams, The Descent of Winter, from Collected Poems 1921-1931
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“It seems I’ve stopped speaking with my voice. Part of me fell asleep and just...”
– Fernando Pessoa
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“I touch you as a lonely violin touches the suburbs of the faraway place...”
– Mahmoud Darwish (Sonnet V)
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“There are only two worlds - your world, which is the real world, and other...”
– Neil Gaiman, The Books of Magic
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“I do not suffer from the absence of those I love. I prefer desire to pleasure.”
– Édouard Levé
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“Never have I felt as strongly as today that I was devoid of secret dimensions,...”
– Jean-Paul Sartre (Nausea pg. 53)
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“I guess my life hasn’t always been happy, or easy, or exactly what I want. At a...”
– Freedom by Jonathan Franzen
mortphose a demandé : I'm really glad you had the sense to fix up 'John Paul Sartre' it was annoying me every time it popped up
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“A curtain is dropped once the sun disappears. I love a night of its own colors,...”
– Forever Bedlam: 78.
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“Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.”
– Jean-Paul Sartre
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“We may enjoy our room in the tower, with the painted walls and the commodious...”
– Virginia Woolf, The Common Reader. (1925)
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There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone.
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XV. I Like For You to be Still, Pablo Neruda
I like for you to be still: I as though you were absent,
and you do not hear me far away and my voice does not touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
and you are like the word Melancholy.
I like for...
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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
ANAÏS NIN
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