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“I would choose five minutes with you over a lifetime with anyone else.”
— Beau Taplin
“Proust gave an allergic account of what was about to befall all love. The exchange relationship that love partially withstood throughout the bourgeois age has completely absorbed it; the last immediacy falls victim to the distance of all the contracting parties from all others. Love is chilled by the value that the ego places on itself. Loving at all seems to it like loving more, and he who loves more puts himself in the wrong.”
— Theodor W. Adorno, Minima Moralia, 107
Kasa no Iratsume, from a poem titled "Look at my keepsake and think of me," featured in Japanese Women Poets: An Anthology
Marcel Proust, from a letter to Antoine Bibesco featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust
“The things I find most beautiful about a person are almost never physical.”
— Mark Patterson
“He who matures early lives in anticipation. His experience is a-prioristic, an intuitive sensibility feeling out in images and words what things and people will realize only later. Such anticipation, saturated, as it were, with itself, withdraws from the outer world and infuses its relation to it with the colour of neurotic playfulness. […] Contact with the non-self, which in the alleged late-maturer is scarcely ever disturbed from within, becomes for the early-maturer an urgent need. The narcissistic direction of his impulses, indicated by the preponderance of imagination in his experience, positively delays his maturing. Only later does he live through, in their crude violence, situations, fears, passions, that had been greatly softened in imagination, and they change, in conflict with his narcissism, into a consuming sickness. So he relapses into the childishness that he had once surmounted with too little exertion and which now exacts its price; he becomes immature, while the mature are the others who were at each stage what they were expected to be, puerile too, and who now find unpardonable the force which gains disproportionate ascendancy over the erstwhile early-maturer. He is struck down by passion; lulled too long in the security of his autarky, he reels helplessly where he had once built his airy bridges.”
— Theodor W. Adorno, Minima Moralia, 101
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
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“If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you don’t ask, the answer is always no. If you don’t step forward you are always in the same place.”
— Unknown
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María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus, featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be loved the way I love—the way I obsess, the way I care, the way I look at them, the way I wonder, the way I almost worship.
“Success can only be one ingredient in happiness, and is too dearly purchased if all the other ingredients have been sacrificed to obtain it.”
— Bertrand Russell, The Conquest of Happiness
Franz Kafka, from a letter to Milena Jesenka featured in "Letters to Milena," originally published in 1952
“The less somebody knows and understands himself the less great he is, however great may be his talent.”
— Ludwig Wittgenstein, Culture and Value