May 2013
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underenuciation of the overly felt
Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.
– Barbara Kingsolver, The Lacuna (via slanting)
I’d woken up early and I took a long time getting ready to exist.
– The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa (via delicateswans)
… sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone...
– Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Sunset” in Selected Poems, trans. Robert Bly (via proustitute)
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Filling the conscious mind with ideal conceptions is a characteristic of Western...
– Carl Gustav Jung on watering the roots of the Philosophical Tree (via fourteenth)
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[T]hat’s what I feel, an outside and an inside and me in the middle, perhaps...
– Samuel Beckett, The Unnameable (via invisiblestories)
April 2013
49 posts
The perpetual ideal is astonishment.
– Derek Walcott (via invisiblestories)
We must wait and seize the images that arise in us, naked, natural, excessive,...
– Antonin Artaud (via rawforms)
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of...
– Dylan Thomas
Originally posted by nunofgouveia1
(via loverofbeauty)
To be human means to dwell in the openness of time, in defiance of the oblivion...
– Robert Pogue Harrison, Forests: The Shadow of Civilization. (via batarde)
I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and...
– Hermann Hesse, Demian
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Poor travellers, I thought, myself among them: always somewhere else.
– W.G. Sebald - Vertigo (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
Bend your pen into a plowshare.
– Raymond Carver, “Put Yourself in My Shoes” as found in Where I’m Calling From (via mythologyofblue)