février 2012
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When you worship dead flowers it’s hard to love people.
– David Tibet
janvier 2012
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This accidental
meeting of possibilities
calls itself I.
I ask: what am I...
– Dag Hammarskjöld
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What am I doing here in this endless winter?
– Franz Kafka
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All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right...
– Vikram Seth
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On Sundays Kafka goes for walks by himself, without any objective, without...
– from a note by Max Brod, early 1911
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I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
– Franz Kafka
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I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place. Accident has cast...
– W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence
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Let me lie alone on my back in tall grass and see the sun and the water droplets...
– Rachel Corrie, Let Me Stand Alone: The Journals of Rachel Corrie
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What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an...
– Vincent van Gogh, letters to Theo, 1880.
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I am drowning in my dream; I do not exist in reality.
– Mako
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I went to the guest room and pretended to write. I hit the space bar again and...
– Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer
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I thought, ‘I want to die. I want to die more than ever before. There’s no...
– no longer human, osamu dazai
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I sit here
on the perfect end
of a star,
watching light
pour itself toward...
– Richard Brautigan, Star Hole
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I don’t know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like...
– Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson
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So long as we have failed to eliminate any of the causes of human despair, we do...
– Antonin Artaud
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Of course anyone who truly loves books buys more of them than he or she can hope...
– David Quammen
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There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom,...
– Colette
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pavorst:
I feel like my life so far has been a handful of strangers speaking foreign languages and pulling me in and out of the sea.
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A thousand leagues of blue
There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath…Here, millions of mixed shades and shadows, drowned dreams, somnambulisms, reveries; all that we call lives and souls, lie dreaming, dreaming, still; tossing like slumberers in their beds; the ever rolling waves but made so by their restlessness.
-Herman Melville,...
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What is commonly called ‘falling in love’ is in most cases an intensification of...
– Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth
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I am in that temper that, if I were under water, I would scarcely kick to come...
– John Keats