beatus vir

γνῶθι σεαυτόν

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“Judith Beheading Holofernes” Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio

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A fine addition to my wall

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“So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee: No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.”

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The earth has music for those who listen

Shakespeare

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You are not a hero You are not a god You are no protagonist Advancing any plot

Seeming

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I’m never ashamed of my words. My words are me and how I feel. If that’s a crime, then they should not have given me a mind and heart.

Scottie Waves (via quotemadness)

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Roberto Ferri: “L’amore, La Morte, e Il Sogno (Love, Death, and the Dream)”, Detail. Oil on Canvas, 2017

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Let no one think of me As humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, Loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs.

Euripides, Medea (431 BCE)

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You know your mother means to feast with me, And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad: Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust And with your blood and it I'll make a paste, And of the paste a coffin I will rear And make two pasties of your shameful heads, And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam, Like to the earth swallow her own increase. This is the feast that I have bid her to, And this the banquet she shall surfeit on; (5.2.18)

Titus Andronicus; Shakespeare

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“Are we to paint what’s on the face, what’s inside the face, or what’s behind it?” -Pablo Picasso

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It is perhaps the misfortune of my life that I am interested in far too much but not decisively in any one thing; all my interests are not subordinated in one but stand on an equal footing.

Søren Kierkegaard (via quotemadness)

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My treasure sleep, and more, my being stone while hurt and the humiliations last; and sightless, soundless, is to me the best; so do not raise me; speak your meanings low

by Michelangelo