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There is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock
Charles Bukowski, the crunch
If only
These are: one, amnesia; two, euphoria; three, ecstasy. Amnesia is not knowing who one is and wanting desperately to find out. Euphoria is not knowing who one is and not caring. Ecstasy is knowing exactly who one is–and still not caring.
Tom Robbins, Another Roadside Attraction
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And all I loved, I loved alone.
Edgar Allan Poe (via alecshao)
Ivan Nikolaevich Kramskoy - Inconsolable Grief (1884)
A man can be as free and happy as he wants to be because there’s nothing to lose and nothing to gain.
Tom Robbins, Another Roadside Attraction
Jean Delville (1867-1953) - Le paradis terrestre, 1934
The line between poison and medicine is subtle; the Greeks used the word ‘pharmacon’ for both.
Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose (via dukeofbookingham)
Ingrid Bergman et Ernest Hemingway, années 1940
Dave Van Ronk - Another Time and Place
Wilfrid Gabriel de Glehn (1870-1951)
Sun breaking through Clouds, Granada
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Sleeping Woman (detail), Tamara De Lempicka
At college, I found most of the intellectually developed people–students and professors–to be atheists. They seemed to take personal pride in the lack of a Creator. There isn’t any God, ha ha ha. Eventually, I also became an atheist. But I damn sure wasn’t happy about it. Maybe there is no God but there ought to be one.
Tom Robbins, Another Roadside Attraction