Something unstilled, unstillable is within me; it wants to be voiced.
Friedrich Nietzsche, from The Complete Works; “Thus Spoke Zarathustra,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Something unstilled, unstillable is within me; it wants to be voiced.
Friedrich Nietzsche, from The Complete Works; “Thus Spoke Zarathustra,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
“Searching my heart for its true sorrow,”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems; “Exiled,”
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Norma Jeane by Andre De Dienes, 1946.
I hope you are blessed with someone who reminds you of the universe you have hiding under your skin, of every star illuminated through your ancient eyes.
We met, we recognized each other, we abandoned ourselves one to the other. We have lived a love of burning, pure crystal. Do you realize what happiness we have, and what has been given to us?
María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus written c. March 1952
(via violentwavesofemotion)
I have breathed better, I have hated things less. I have admired more freely what deserved admiration. With you, I have accepted more. I have learned to live.
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares written c. July 1949 (via violentwavesofemotion)