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"My whole life is a letter to you."
Viktor Shklovsky, Zoo, Or Letters Not About Love
thinhdong: Frozen roses #3
22 October. Too late. The sweetness of sorrow and of love. To be smiled at by her in the boat. That was most beautiful of all. Always only the desire to die and the not-yet-yielding; this alone is love. —F. Kafka
Interviewer: Andrei, what is love?
A. Tarkovsky: A catastrophe.
This desire to be together in order to not feel alone is an unfortunate symptom, in my opinion. Every person needs to learn from childhood how to spend time with oneself. That doesn’t mean he should be lonely, but that he shouldn’t grow bored with himself because people who grow bored in their own company seem to me in danger, from a self-esteem point of view. — Tarkovsky’s advice to the young
I am withdrawing to construct a labyrinth.
Jorge Luis Borges, “The Garden of Forking Paths,” in Labyrinths
HOW I WOULD PAINT HAPPINESS
Something sudden, a windfall, a meteor shower. No — a flowering tree releasing all its blossoms at once, and the one standing beneath it unexpectedly robed in bloom, transformed into a stranger too beautiful to touch. Lisel Mueller from Alive Together: New And Selected Poems, Louisiana State Univ Press,1996.
milklotus: Brassiere - 1920’s
I have only one confidant, and that is the silence of night.
Søren Kierkegaard, from Either/Or (Reitzel, 1843)
Nicholas II and Tsarevich Alexei
Moscow has the most beautiful subway stations
They do indeed.