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There are two ways to fall into idealism: The one consists of dissolving the real in subjectivity; the other in denying all real subjectivity in the interests of objectivity. The truth is that subjectivity is neither everything nor nothing; it represents a moment in the objective process (that in which externality is internalised), and this moment is perpetually eliminated only to be perpetually reborn.
Jean-Paul Sartre, Search for a Method (via lovevoltaireusapart)
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If anybody achieves at least endurance of misery, he has already accomplished an almost superhuman task.
Carl Jung
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If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—forever.
George Orwell, 1984
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But in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself.
Albert Camus
People say put something in your refrigerator, it’ll make your house feel more like a home, they say buy furniture, they say lots of things that cannot cure us of the conviction that we’re living the life of a ghost. About all we’ve learned since we’ve been single is this: we can do whatever we want, but there’s nothing we want to do.
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I die more often than many.
Margaret Atwood, from Selected Poems: 1965-1975 (via mercurieux)
The impulse to go into hiding: quite strong at times. Perhaps I will someday. But.
Joyce Carol Oates, from a journal entry (via jacquesdemys)