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Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence…
Antoine de Saint Exupéry, The Little Prince (via wordsnquotes)
Here is my secret, A very simple secret, It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential is invisible to the eye.
Antoine de Saint Exupéry, The Little Prince (via wordsnquotes)
I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams…
Antoine de Saint Exupéry, The Little Prince (via wordsnquotes)
The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.
Bob Marley (via wordsnquotes)
there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart; mostly because they can’t handle their own. but you will never be and have never been ‘too much.
Tyler Ford, “Too Much,” Poetry Magazine (via wordsnquotes)
The less you eat, drink and buy books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorise, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you save – the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor rust will devour – your capital. The less you are, the less you express your own life, the more you have, i.e., the greater is your alienated life, the greater is the store of your estranged being.
Karl Marx - Economic and Philosophical Manuscripts 1844 (via dailymarx)