beauty is terror.

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‘Men must not cut down trees. There is a God. (He noted such revelations on the back of envelopes.) Change the world. No one kills from hatred. Make it known (he wrote it down). He waited. He listened. A sparrow perched on the railing opposite chirped Septimus, Septimus, four or five times over and went on, drawing its notes out to sing freshly and piercingly in Greek words how there is no crime and, joined by another sparrow, they sang in voices prolonged and piercing in Greek words, from trees in the meadow of life beyond a river where the dead walk, how there is no death.’ There was his hand; there the dead.’

Mrs Dalloway - Virginia Woolf (via waugh-and-peace)

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Time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures. In one of them, I am your enemy.

Jorge Luis Borges, "The Garden of Forking Paths"

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by Henrietta Harris

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Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

The Canterville Ghost, Oscar Wilde (via veliikaya)

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For a picture and a statue are not at war with Time. They take no count of its succession. In one moment their unity may be apprehended.

Oscar Wilde, The Soul of Man Under Socialism (1891)

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Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.

Oscar Wilde, The Portrait of Dorian Grey (via lastisle)

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As for man, his days are grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.

Psalm 103:16

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By Salar Kheradpejouh