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For I regard memory not as a phenomenon preserving one thing and losing another merely by chance, but as a power that deliberately places events in order or wisely omits them. Everything we forget about our own lives was really condemned to oblivion by an inner instinct long ago.
Stefan Zweig, The World of Yesterday(via theantidote)
Posted on November 29, 2012 via A la recherche du temps perdu with 347 notes
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Stories are like spiders, with all they long legs, and stories are like spiderwebs, which man gets himself all tangled up in but which look pretty when you see them under a leaf in the morning dew, and in the elegant way that they connect to one another, each to each. — Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys
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Posted on November 29, 2012 via sorcière noire with 5,819 notes
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Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.
Gustave Flaubert, November(via nouvel-esprit)
Posted on November 27, 2012 via DEFINITELYDOPE with 1,858 notes
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Step Into the Light by Greg Beecham
This world we live in is but thickened light. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (via kerryquotesquotes)(via comfortablymyself)
Posted on November 27, 2012 via A Quote Extravaganza with 19 notes
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La Bibliothèque de Prêt by Francis Masse
The streets were paved with words. — tatteredcover
Posted on November 27, 2012 via The Things You Lost with 62 notes
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There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it.
Gustave Flaubert(via thesensualstarfish)
Posted on November 27, 2012 via Larmoyante with 481 notes
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Who Am I - The Glass Child (by aGlassChild)
Dear world, here’s the most personal and important song I’ve ever written. Please be careful with my heart. — A Glass Child
Holding on learning to be strong. I’m reading bibles and poets of wisdom, Asking why?
Posted on November 27, 2012 with 1 note
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Lady with a Unicorn by Raffaelo Sanzi, c. 1505
We are so far from denying there is any Unicorn at all, that we affirm there are many kinds thereof. — Thomas Browne
The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. — Chuck Palahniuk, Choke
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Even as a young boy I had been in the habit of gazing at bizarre natural phenomena, not so much observing them as surrendering to their magic, their confused, deep language. Long gnarled tree roots, colored veins in rocks, patches of oil floating on water, light-refracting flaws in glass — all these things had held great magic for me at one time: water and fire particularly, smoke, clouds, and dust, but most of all the swirling specks of color that swam before my eyes the minute I closed them.
Hermann Hesse; “Demian” (via mirroir)(via bucketsofm00nbeamz)
Posted on November 16, 2012 via Sick Sad World with 160 notes
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Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why. -- Kurt Vonnegut
He stretched out his arms to the crystalline, radiant sky.
-- F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
I am a derivative thinker, a ferocious reader, secret artist, a nerd, an optimist (mostly), and a bit of a loner by choice. I like to travel with my taste buds; visiting other countries by sampling their cuisine and also reading about their culture and religious traditions. I am not very good at drawing, so I use my camera as my sketchbook. I use my blog as a commonplace book to express my thoughts and emotions using quotes and art.
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