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…I will have to hold that silence.
There will be no track anymore.
There will be only that peculiar waiting.
There will be nothing to pick up.
There will be nothing.

Anne Sexton, from KE-68018 (via violentwavesofemotion)

What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.

J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
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Birth of a New World, 1941
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Birth of a New World, 1941

Salvador Dali

Men jag ser inte längre någonting: det hjälper inte att jag gräver i mitt förflutna, jag hämtar bara upp fragment av bilder och jag vet inte riktigt vad de föreställer eller om det är minnen eller fiktioner.

Jean-Paul Sartre, Äcklet

I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody.

Sylvia Plath, excerpt of Tulips (via lightatdusk)

(Source: camilla-macauley)

It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

Chuck Palahniuk, Diary (via lunardemons)

(Source: psych-facts)

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Still Life/ French Novels
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Still Life/ French Novels

Vincent van Gogh - 1888

I am the outskirts of some non-existent town, the long-winded prologue to an unwritten book. I’m nobody, nobody. I don’t know how to feel or think or love. I’m a character in a novel as yet unwritten, hovering in the air and undone before I’ve even existed, amongst the dreams of someone who never quite managed to breathe life into me.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

When I look back, I am so impressed again with the life-giving power of literature. If I were a young person today, trying to gain a sense of myself in the world, I would do that again by reading, just as I did when I was young.

Maya Angelou (via feellng)

Unhappy mirror, which assuredly can grasp her image but not her, who indeed dares to capture her but not to hold her; unhappy mirror, which cannot secretly hide her image in itself, hide it from the whole world, but can only disclose it to others as it now does to me. What torture if a human being were fashioned that way.

Søren Kierkegaard, from The Seducer’s Diary (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Art History Meme [5/6] Themes or Series or Subjects ↳ Rouen Cathedral Series, by Claude Monet
When Monet painted the Rouen Cathedral series, he had long since been impressed with the way light imparts to a subject a distinctly different character at different times of the day and the year, and as atmospheric conditions change. For Monet, the effects of light on a subject became as important as the subject itself. His Series Paintings, in which he painted many views of the same subject under different lighting conditions, are an attempt to illustrate the importance of light in our perception of a subject at a given time and place. [x]
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Art History Meme [5/6] Themes or Series or Subjects
↳ Rouen Cathedral Series, by Claude Monet

When Monet painted the Rouen Cathedral series, he had long since been impressed with the way light imparts to a subject a distinctly different character at different times of the day and the year, and as atmospheric conditions change. For Monet, the effects of light on a subject became as important as the subject itself. His Series Paintings, in which he painted many views of the same subject under different lighting conditions, are an attempt to illustrate the importance of light in our perception of a subject at a given time and place. [x]

Know this: in some way you’re already dead.

Jorge Luis Borges, from To The One Who Is Reading Me  (via drunk-on-books)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

The imagination is not a state:
it is the human existence itself.

William Blake  (via loveage-moondream)

(Source: rabbitinthemoon)

Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.

Mark Twain (via wordsnquotes)

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can’t use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They’ve got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
‘Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Maya Angelou, Alone