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“I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.”
— Margaret Atwood (via quotemadness)
He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her like the sun, even without looking.
- Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
ثم انزوى، متحاشيًا النظر إليها كما لو أنها الشمس، لكنّه كان يراها دون أن ينظر إليها، كما لو أنها الشمس.
- ليو تولستوي، آنا كارنينا
يُمكنني التنبّؤ بما سأكون عليه ، فلا تتكئ عليّ .. ستسقُط
I used to think the years would go by in order, that you get older one year at a time. But it's not like that. It happens overnight.
— Haruki Murakami, Dance, Dance, Dance
I always feel like I'm struggeling to become someone else. Like I'm trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it's part of growing up, yet it's also an attempt to reinvent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself — as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What's missing never changes. The scenery may change, but l'm still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I'll come to defining myself.
— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
عندما لا ترغب بأن تكون مثيرًا للاهتمام ،تصبح حُرًا.
And then it passed, as all things do.
“ كيفَ يُمكن للمرءِ أَن يُصبح هشّاً إلىّ هذا الحد؟ كيفَ يُمكن للكلماتِ أن تدعس علىّ الروح وكأنّها ضربٌ مُبرح. ”
— ديمة ونوس
My Grandma sent a photo of herself to my Grandpa during the Korean War. He sent this photo back to her. Circa 1950. (x)
I’m in love with this
“Revenge is not a good thing, it’s better to forget.”
Léon the professional (1994) dir. Luc Besson