We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives. Toni Morrison, from her 1993 Nobel Lecture (via watchoutforintellect)
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The main thing, when a sword cuts into one’s soul, is to keep a calm gaze, lose no blood, accept the coldness of the sword with the coldness of a stone. By means of the stab, after the stab, become invulnerable. Franz Kafka, from a diary entry, featured in The Blue Octavo Notebooks (via watchoutforintellect)
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adarkstranger: I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream Neil Young Source: adarkstranger
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terminusantequem: Saul Leiter (American, 1923-2013), Fay, ca. 1955. Gouache and watercolour over silver gelatin print, 17.8 × 12.7 cm Source: terminusantequem
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myriammyasblog: “La volupté excessive agrandit le coeur, le dévaste et l’oblige à la dureté.” André Gide.
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nemosisworld: Qu’est-ce qui résonne Au loin ? L’amour. Le vent sur les vitres. Mon amour ! Federico Garcia-Lorca Source: nemosisworld
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sweet-little-minx: ♥♥♥ knight-templar-ca-deactivated20:
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zzzze: Ara Güler (Turkish, 1928-2018) Persembe Pazan, Karaköy [Thursday Market, Karaköy], 1957 Gelatin silver print
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tran-qui-li-ty:
Always The Alpha 