“An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself.”
— Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1935-1942
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“An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself.”
— Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1935-1942
[...] I’m so pathetically intense. I just can’t be any other way.
Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath: Volume I: 1940 - 1956 — Edward Cohen, c. 11th September 1950
Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that―I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much―so very much to learn―
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“Power does not alter a man’s character. It merely reveals it.”
— Carlos Fuentes, Terra Nostra
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― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
“If you must look back, do so forgivingly. If you must look forward, do so prayerfully. However, the wisest thing you can do is be present in the present… gratefully.”
— Maya Angelou
“Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.”
- Ulysses
cat illustrations by selynn ♥
“To know people is wisdom, but to know yourself is enlightenment. To master people takes force, but to master yourself takes strength.”
— Laozi, Daodejing, Hinton tr. (Ch 33)
Peter Sculthorpe, Snow in Hill Country, 2020
Oil on linen
(by roundtheworldgirl)
You glimpsed a building through the trees, as day slipped into night — darkened windows glistening beneath the neon lights.