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il-gioco-del-desiderio: Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.”― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

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I am always filled with melancholy. It’s as if I see everything black. Everything wounds me deeply. Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Harilaos Stefanidis wr. c. April 1904 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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No, his mind responded, nothing begins just like that, on a certain date at a certain place. It all began in many places, and at many times, some even before you were born, in foreign countries, and in the minds of others. Julian Barnes, from The Noise of Time (Jonathan Cape, 2016) Source: metaphorformetaphor

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truth-of-words: Rumi “There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.”

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pnbawesome: Noelani Pantastico & Lucien Postlewaite defying gravity in Alejandro Cerrudo’s Silent Ghost performed by Pacific Northwest Ballet. Source: pnbawesome

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