“Night is longing, longing, longing, beyond all endurance.”
— Henry Miller, Sexus (via litverve)
“If I could only put up with myself and the selves inside me.”
— Fernando Pessoa, from Poems of Fernando Pessoa, trans. Edwin Honig and Susan M. Brown (via litverve)
“When my desire
grows too fierce,
I wear my bedclothes
inside out,
dark as the night’s rough husk.”
— Ono No Komachi
(ancient Japanese folklore holds that wearing your
pajamas inside out makes you dream of your lover)
(Source: youreyesblazeout)
Heinecken
“We have our Arts so we won’t die of Truth.”
— Ray Bradbury and other famous authors on truth vs. fiction (via explore-blog)
“When I am most deeply rooted, I feel the wildest desire to uproot myself.”
— Anais Nin (Henry & June: From the Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin)
(Source: arielreneef)
Sharing Poetry: Pablo Neruda, "Sonnet XVII"
I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within…
Yves Klein, Antrophometrie
“They must change often, who would be constant in happiness.”
— Confucius (via whimsicalele)
(Source: lucifelle)
“but I say whatever
one loves, is”
— Sappho, Poems and Fragments, trans. Stanley Lombardo (via proustitute)
Meditation, 1925
- by Vernon
Shufu Miyamoto. Six Seasons Suite.
Fall
Winter
Frost
Spring
Rain
Summer
http://www.azumagallery.com/gallery/artists/miyamoto.shufu.window.html
