December 2011
12 posts
So exhausted that I can’t sleep
I once had a thousand desires, but in my one desire to know you, all else melted...
– Rumi (via nirvikalpa)
That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via pavorst)
You can’t eat the orange and throw the peel away - a man is not a piece of...
– Arthur Miller, Death of a Salesman (via simko)
One of the painful things about our time is that those who feel certainty are...
– Bertrand Russell
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ὁ δὲ ἀνεξέταστος βίος οὐ βιωτὸς ἀνθρώπῳ
– Σωκράτης
Life is the unseen chime of a bell through the morning fog. From nothing it pierces the air, simultaneously shocking and pleasing the hearing of those around. Before you know it, the sound fades and once again stillness settles in. Only the memory remains, and even it will diminish in a short while. Just because the sound fails to linger doesn’t mean that it was any less beautiful when rang.
MITFORD: to Zelda from F. Scott Fitzgerald, 26th... →
mitford:
to Zelda from F. Scott Fitzgerald, 26th April 1934
You and I have been happy; we haven’t been happy just once, we’ve been happy a thousand times. The chances that the spring, that’s for everyone, like in the popular songs, may belong to us too—the chances are pretty bright at this time because…
He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how.
– Nietzsche