The Dichotomy

We are all reflections of one another. Simplicity & Eloquence. Expression & Empathy. LIfe unfolds with movement and is understood in stillness.

[sincerelyquixotic]

Ugh unacceptable. I'm going to go crazy at this rate with this fire. I want to dive into the ocean on a full moon and roar underneath the currents. Fuck me.

[sincerelyquixotic]

Thats even crazier. 😂 Oh well.

[sincerelyquixotic]

Thats.....insane. Wow.

[sincerelyquixotic]

If you really are, stop me.

[sincerelyquixotic]

If there is anything that I would give my life for, it is that. Deeply sacred to the core.

[philosophybits]

He who really wishes to know something, and not merely to have a philosophy, does not rely on logic and is not allured by reason. He must clamber from summit to summit, and, if necessary, hibernate in the dales. For a wide horizon leads to illusions, and in order to familiarise oneself with any object, it is essential to go close up to it, touch it, feel it, examine it from top to bottom and on every side. One must be ready, should this be impossible otherwise, to sacrifice the customary position of the body: to wriggle, to lie flat, to stand on one’s head, in a word, to assume the most unnatural of attitudes.

Lev Shestov, All Things Are Possible (via philosophybits)

[quotemadness]

“Don’t let us forget that the causes of human actions are usually immeasurably more complex and varied than our subsequent explanations of them.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

[philosophybits]

“One should always be a little improbable.”

— Oscar Wilde, “Phrases and Philosophies for the Use of the Young”

[serratedpens]

“Long before I met you I had waited for you. I had always waited for you.”

— Tasos Livaditis, from Selected Poems  (via 89words)

[r-t-sosa]

We cannot refute the truth that is written inside us. It itches and bothers the more we let it be. We cannot stay quiet and let it devour. We speak in the sweet release that quiets it. In the songs of beauty, in the paintings of sadness, in the poems that explains our existence. We pronounce with the voice of our tools that we are here existing. With our voices, that we are in feeling. And what sweet release it is to know that we are alive. To raise a voice for that reaon. For now I am here. I am here. I am.

R.T. Soda

[arabishee]

You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

Rumi

[litsnaps]

[quotemadness]

Eye contact is a dangerous, dangerous thing. But lovely. God, so lovely.

Hedonist Poet  (via quotemadness)

[sanvobun]

gengar dance

[philosophybits]

“We must walk consciously only part way toward our goal and then leap in the dark to our success.”

— Henry David Thoreau, Journals

[philosophybits]

“We often get stuck on that which does not exist. And, in so doing, we cease to exist ourselves.”

— Merab Mamardashvili, Aesthetics of Thinking

[quotemadness]

“Wherever you are, be all there.”

— Jim Elliot