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What does it matter to life that someone calls himself “I” and pleads for his wishes! What does it matter to earth which slowly turns itself around from season to season that someone struggles against its turning!

Gunnar Ekelöf, from “Elegy,” Songs of Something Else: Selected Poems of Gunnar Ekelöf (Princeton University Press, 2014)

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I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via wordsnquotes)

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So Long Marianne by Leonard Cohen.

“You left when I said I was curious. I never said I was brave”

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Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

Martin Luther King Jr. (via wordsnquotes)

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I wish I were a poet. …the vast majority of the universe is composed of dark matter. The fragile balance depends on things we’ll never be able to see, hear, smell, taste, or touch. Life itself depends on them. What’s real? What isn’t real? Maybe those aren’t the right questions to be asking. What does life depend on? I wish I had made things for life to depend on.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via wordsnquotes)

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Mick Jagger and Linda Ronstadt

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Sara Roberts (Australian, b. Sydney, Australia) - The Meeting Place, 2014 Paintings: Oil on Linen

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Here’s a precursor to the fine film The Cabin in the Woods. From Jugend, 1904.

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But something had happened, nothing hung together any more, all things had spaces, had distances between them, like satellites, attracted to and pushed away at the same instant, and it would take immense willpower to cross those spaces, those distances, much more than I had available, much more than I had the courage to use.

Per Petterson, from I Curse the River of Time, transl. by Charlotte Barslund (Graywolf Press, 2010)