Garden - Jan de Vliegher , 2018
Belgian, b.1964-
Oil on canvas, 200 x 200 cm.
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Garden - Jan de Vliegher , 2018
Belgian, b.1964-
Oil on canvas, 200 x 200 cm.
“Learn what love is. It is complete and utter surrender. That’s a big word, surrender. It doesn’t mean letting people walk all over you, take advantage of you. It’s when we surrender control, let go of our egos, that all the love in the world is there waiting for us. Love is not a game, it’s a state of being.”
— Henry Miller (via thatkindofwoman)
Always, over and over, these days and nights will come, the anxiety, the aversion, the doubt. And I will still live, and I will still love life.
Hermann Hesse, from Wandering; “Rainy Weather” (via luthienne)
Don’t ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn’t fall in love, I rose in it. I saw you and made up my mind.
Toni Morrison, Jazz (via thelovejournals)
You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via highermind)
Love someone who is kinder to you than you are to yourself.
Nikita Gill (via thatkindofwoman)
At the end of the day, the only questions I will ask myself are… Did I love enough? Did I laugh enough? Did I make a difference?
Katrina Mayer (via amargedom)
We must leave evidence. Evidence that we were here, that we existed, that we survived and loved and ached. Evidence of the wholeness we never felt and the immense sense of fullness we gave to each other. Evidence of who we were, who we thought we were, who we never should have been. Evidence for each other that there are other ways to live—past survival; past isolation.
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