Isa

21| To live will be an awfully big adventure. ~J.M. Barrie

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"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. April 1929, featured in Selected Diaries

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Sunday, 19th December 1920

"I shall like a soft grey walk."

~ Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf, vol. 2 (1920-1924), ed. Anne Olivier Bell and Andrew McNeillie (1978)

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April, 1932 The diary of Anaïs Nin [Volume One: 1931-1934]

[shisasan]

April 17, 1928 Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931  [volume 4]

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Friedrich Nietzsche, from Thus Spoke Zarathustra

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April 7, 1926 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

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Clarice Lispector, from A Breath of Life

[nousrose]

You can only see in others what your nature allows you to see. The range of your vision depends on the extent of the personal development. The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic; I never generalize, intellectualize. I see, I hear, I feel. These are my primitive instruments of discovery.

The Diary of Anaïs Nin

Anaïs Nin

[theoptia]

Anaïs Nin, from The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 4: 1927-1931

Text ID: I must build up a strong world within myself, so rich and so full that it will be enough. I must find all things in myself, create them. I must reach my own climaxes of strength and creation with my work.

[metamorphesque]

If There Is a Perfume to Unhinge Death's Door, Gosdantin Erzenkatsi (translated by Diana Der-Hovanessian)

[metamorphesque]

Steppenwolf, Hermann Hesse (translated by Basil Creighton)

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[shisasan]

March 16th, 1935 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941)

[theoptia]

Hermann Hesse, from Demian

Text ID: I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.

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agridulceart

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“No homo” cries the team at the dig site. The head archaeologist sinks to his knees, sobbing. He has dedicated his entire career to the pursuit of homo habilis, an important part of the hominid evolutionary line. All his work led up to this archaeological dig site. But now, his whole life has been for nothing. There is no homo….there is only Australopithecus.

[powderwell]

I read this to a group of archaeologists and they completely lost their shit