Fragments

A collection of random fragments that I feel should be stretched out till the end of time.

[loumargi]

Frederic William Burton (1816-1900), ‘The Meeting on the Turret Stairs’ - detail.

[loumargi]

The Unsmiling Tsarena, 1926 by Viktor Vasnetsov (1848-1926)

[kakaji]

“Tactile experience … adheres to the surface of our body; we cannot unfold it before us, and it never quite becomes an object. Correspondingly, as the subject of touch, I cannot flatter myself that I am everywhere and nowhere; I cannot forget in this case that it is through my body that I go in the world, and tactile experience occurs ‘ahead’
 of me, and is not centered in me.”

— Maurice Merleau-Ponty

[quotemadness]

“Memory is all we are. Moments and feelings, captured in amber, strung on filaments of reason. Take a man’s memories and you take all of him. Chip away a memory at a time and you destroy him as surely as if you hammered nail after nail through his skull.”

— Mark Lawrence (via quotemadness)

[mesogeios]

“…Desire, a function central to all human experience, is the desire for nothing nameable. And at the same time this desire lies at the origin of every variety of animation. If being were only what it is, there wouldn’t even be room to talk about it. Being comes into existence as an exact function of this lack.”

— Jacques Lacan

[barbaraz1]

#euripides #medea #philosophy

[brideofquietness]

“She blazed. She kindled. Out of the night she burnt like a white star.”

—Slater’s Pins Have No Points, Virginia Woolf

[absurdgirl]

“Now I remembered that the real world was wide, and that a varied field of hopes and fears, of sensations and excitements, awaited those who had courage to go forth into its expanse, to seek real knowledge of life amidst its perils.”

— Charlotte Brontë, excerpt from Jane Eyre (via virgin-martyr)

[loumargi]

(Maxfield Parrish).

[thatwhichdoesnotsuffer]

“That is the way leaves fall around a tree in autumn, a tree unaware of the rain running down its sides, of the sun or the frost, and of life gradually retreating inward. The tree does not die. It waits.”

— Demian by Hermann Hesse

[milamai]

Breathing Purple (by Milamai)

[artfortheages]

Love’s Jewelled Fetter - Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema (1895)

[wonderingaboutitall]

Landscape - Paul Madeline

[luthienne]

“Don’t be afraid to suffer—take your heaviness / and give it back to the earth’s own weight; / the mountains are heavy, the oceans are heavy.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Poetry of Rilke; “Sonnets to Orpheus”

[wonderingaboutitall]

The Path - Paul Madeline

[shitiunderline]

“There’s a lightness in things. Only we move forever burdened, pressing ourselves onto everything, obsessed by weight. How strange and devouring our ways must seem to those for whom life is enough.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, “Part Two XIV,” from Sonnets to Orpheus

[brassmanticore]

“We only become what we are through the radical and deep-seated refusal of that which others have made of us.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre in his introduction to Frantz Fanon’s The Wretched of the Earth (Grove Press, 1963, p. 17).