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This, for the moment, seems to be my life. If it were possible, I would hand it to you entire. I would break it off as one breaks off a bunch of grapes. I would say, 'Take it. This is my life.'
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Lita Cabellut. Dulcinea II. Oil and plaster on linen. 79x63 inches. 2010.
“I love you. I’ll wait for you. Come back. Come back to me.”
Atonement (2007) dir. Joe Wright
Henry Patrick Raleigh
The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.
Walter Isaacson, Steve Jobs (via wordsnquotes)
Why can't we be natural? Oh, I know full well that courage is what's missing. Neither artists not poets have the courage to acknowledge human beings for what they are.
Jens Peter Jacobsen, Niels Lyhne (Note: J. P. Jacobsen was Rilke’s favorite writer)
“I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
Vincent van Gogh
Art exists because life is not enough.
Ferreira Gullar (via an-art-gallery)
Perhaps I was one of those soldiers whose wars were fought behind closed doors alone.
Vanessa Sheathes (via wnq-writers)
You cannot feel what you do not feel; you cannot be blamed for that lack.
Martha Gellhorn, from Selected Letters (via victoriajoan)
What we call fate does not come into us from the outside, but emerges from us.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
I do nothing, and I fret about it.
Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via adderalldust)