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“I’ve lived too long with pain. I won’t know who I am without it.”
— Orson Scott Card
Ballad of a Soldier (1959) dir. Grigori Chukhrai
Slings and arrows, Marc Burckhardt
Charles Baudelaire, from a poem featured in "Baudelaire, Verlaine, Rimbaud: Selected Verse and Prose Poems,"
Jennifer S. Cheng, from her book titled "Moon: Letters, Maps and Poems," originally publ. in 2018
"O Bom Deus concedeu-me a graça de conhecer o mundo na medida suficientemente exata para o desprezar, e dele me conservar afastada."
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by Arseny Kashkarov
Is there another life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.
John Keats, from a letter to Charles Brown, featured in The Selected Letters of John Keats
Embroidered words from the film Chungking Express
I am too afraid of life and of love to know how to trust. Forgive this and understand.
September 27, 1963 Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters First published: 1977
Black Grapes on Pink - Sian Hopkinson
British , b. 1967 -
Oil on board , 13 x 5 in. 33 x. 38 cm.
“I’m in pain because the day is ending and somehow l am never healing.”
— Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters
Louise Glück, from “The White Rose” in Poems 1962-2012
Art. Auguste Rodin, The eternal idol (detail)
Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn't have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn't have to be a walk during which you'll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don't find meaning but "steal" some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn't make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.
Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1951-1959