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— Henry David Thoreau

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“The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched.”
— Henry David Thoreau
Andrei Tarkovsky
The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom
“For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring there is a different green.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Dunya Mikhail, Diary of a wave outside the sea (trans. Elizabeth Winslow & Dunya Mikhail) [ID'd]
I still carry the child I once was, the one who marveled at the smallest wonders and laughed without hesitation, who believed the world was full of magic waiting to be touched. That wonder still lives in me, fragile and stubborn, a quiet flame that I hope never dies. Even as the weight of the world presses in, it flickers softly, a reminder that joy can endure, that some part of me will always run barefoot through wonder.
Nostalgia (1983, dir. Andrei Tarkovsky)
“Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.”
— Henry David Thoreau (via quotemadness)
New Seeds of Contemplation by Thomas Merton
Let me fearlessly descend into the remotest caverns of my own mind—carry the torch of self-knowledge into its dimmest recesses—
Mary Shelley, from The Journals of Mary Shelley by Professor Paula R. Feldman
Cinema Paradiso (1988, dir. Giuseppe Tornatore)
“Between here and now
there is space only to be.
The trees speak of this.”
— Quiet Lotus
You shall create beauty not to excite the senses but to give sustenance to the soul.
"Decalogue Of The Artist" by Gabriela Mistral
“Men, for the sake of getting a living, forget to live.”
— Margaret Fuller, Summer On The Lakes, in 1843
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