Charles Bukowski, "hurry slowly," from Come On In!
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Charles Bukowski, "hurry slowly," from Come On In!
Snowy Lviv by Yurii Khymych, 1998
“Keep your eyes fixed on me!”
𝔖𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 ✨
please remove my photo (image 1)
December 8, 1925 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 2]
somehow
only pain
stops the hurting
Marilyn Monroe photographed by Milton Greene for Look Magazine, 1953.
Verdi’s opera Aida enthralls a packed house in New York City, July 1964.Photograph by Albert Moldvay, National Geographic
“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.”
— White Nights, Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Louise Glück, from "Persephone The Wanderer" in Poems 1962-2012
Leonid Pasternak (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments of Creative Work
“To become a human being is an art.”
— Novalis, Logological Fragments I
The Swans of Hilma af Klint (1914-1915)
I longed for nothing more than to behold a storm at sea, less as a mighty spectacle than as a momentary revelation of the true life of nature; or rather there were for me no mighty spectacles save those which I knew to be not artificially composed for my entertainment, but necessary and unalterable - the beauty of landscapes or of great works of art.
Marcel Proust, tr. C.K. Scott Moncrieff | Swann’s Way