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โ Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1935-1951
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You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.
โ Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1935-1951
โFor all is like an ocean, all flows and connects; touch it in one place and it echoes at the other end of the world.โ
โ Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Georgy Chulkov, from โAutumnal Love,โ featured in โA Treasury of Russian Verse,โ
โSometimes she didnโt think. Sometimes a person sat there being. She didnโt have to do. Being was already doing.โ
โ Clarice Lispector, from โThe Departure of the Trainโ, Complete Stories (trans. Katarina Dodson)
โWhat we remember from childhood we remember forever - permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen.โ
โ Cynthia Ozick (via misswallflower)
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilkeโs Book of Hours
Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963
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nick cave, the red hand files
โThe stars have already opened their autumn eyes.โ
โ Kลyล, fromย Haiku: An Anthology of Japanese Poems (edited by Stephen Addiss, Fumiko Yamamoto and Akira Yamamoto)
Excerpt from Kurt Vonnegutโsย Catโs Cradle
โWhen I love I become liquid lightโ
โ Nizar Qabbani, fromย โWhen I Loveโ (via weltenwellen)
Music expresses that which cannot be said in words and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo (via clavierissimo)
I like libraries. It makes me feel comfortable and secure to have walls of words, beautiful and wise, all around me. I always feel better when I can see that there is something to hold back the shadows.
Roger Zelazny, Nine Princes in Amber (via bookmania)
โPillarsโ by Eugenia Loli
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