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I’m not okay, you’re not okay, and that’s okay.
William Sloane Coffin -
painted by Maurice Denis
When it rains, even the most insignificant puddle is a map of the universe.
— Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter
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Fiction reveals truths that reality obscures.
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馬鹿につける薬はない Baka ni tsukeru kusuri wa nai.
(There is no medicine that cures stupidity.)
— Japanese Proverb
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Posted on December 13, 2012 via your dying beauty queen with 1,339 notes
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Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve. — Carol Shields
(Portrait of Katie Lewis (detail) by Edward Coley Burne-Jones, 1886)
Posted on December 13, 2012 with 3 notes
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Life has an inside as well as an outside. Consumer culture directs all resources and attention to life on the outside. What happens to the inner life? Art is never a luxury because it stimulates and responds to the inner life. We are badly out of balance. I don’t think of art / creativity as a substitute for anything else. I see it as a powerful expression of our humanity - and on the side of humanity under threat. If we say art is a luxury, we might as well say that being human is a luxury.
— Jeanette WintersonJeanette Winterson -
Hold up your hands before your eyes. You are looking at the hands of God. — Rabbi Lawrence Kushner
(Study of Hands by Leonardo da Vinci, 1452-1519)
Posted on November 29, 2012 with 6 notes
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I love science, and it pains me to think that so many are terrified of the subject or feel that choosing science means you cannot also choose compassion, or the arts, or be awed by nature. Science is not meant to cure us of mystery, but to reinvent and reinvigorate it.
Robert M. Sapolsky (via scinerds)(via victoriaelisea)
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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 5,833 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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