“The bastard form of mass culture is humiliated repetition… always new books, new programs, new films, news items, but always the same meaning.”
― Roland Barthes” —(via journalofanobody)
― Roland Barthes” —(via journalofanobody)
June 2013
35 posts
“Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters.”
—Ernest Hemingway, from The Complete Short Stories (via violentwavesofemotion)
“if
the ocean
can calm itself,
so can you.
we
are both
salt water
mixed
with
air.” —meditation, nayyirah waheed (via rawalchemista)
the ocean
can calm itself,
so can you.
we
are both
salt water
mixed
with
air.” —meditation, nayyirah waheed (via rawalchemista)
“I dream, therefore I exist.”
—August Strindberg, A Madman’s Manifesto (Le Plaidoyer d’un fou), translation by Anthony Swerling (via frenchtwist)
“Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.”
—Marianne Williamson (via white-opals)
that is life...
You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.
Jiddu Krishnamurti
via- elina-astra:
My familiar dream
I often have this dream, strange, penetrating,
Of a woman, unknown, whom I love, who loves me,
And who’s never, each time, the same exactly,
Nor, exactly, different: and knows me, is loving.
Oh how she knows me, and my heart, growing
Clear for her alone, is no longer a problem,
For her alone: she alone understands, then,
How to cool the sweat of my brow with her weeping.
via - elina-astra
She looks into me
She looks into me
The unknowing heart
To see if I love
She has confidence she forgets
Under the clouds of her eyelids
Her head falls asleep in my hands
Where are we
Together inseparable
Alive alive
He alive she alive
And my head rolls through her dreams.
Paul Éluard
-via elina-astra:
“Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then … Well, then I woke up.”
—Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man (via theperpetualflux)
“I feel like I’ve swallowed a cloudy sky.”
—Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via larmoyante)
“The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.”
—Henry David Thoreau (via sina-santi2)
“One of my basic notions for a long, long time is that there is this mysterious mountain out there called reality. We novelists are always trying to climb it. We are mountaineers, and the question is, Which face do you attack? Different faces call for different approaches, and some demand a knotty and convoluted interior style. Others demand great simplicity. The point is that style is an attack on the nature of reality.”
—Norman Mailer (via theparisreview)
