"Two things define you. Your patience when you have nothing, and your attitude when you have everything."
— (via neonchills)
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"Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed."
— Friedrich Nietzsche (via hanging-teeth)
"A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time ― proof that humans can work magic."
— Carl Sagan. (via j-wolf-harding)
"Nature is busy creating absolutely unique individuals, whereas culture has invented a single mold to which all must conform. It is grotesque."
— Jiddu Krishnamurti (via beejayway)
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"Although I am a typical loner in my daily life, my awareness of belonging to the invisible community of those who strive for truth, beauty, and justice has prevented me from feelings of isolation."
— Albert Einstein (via youaremybluesky)
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"It’s not our job to toughen our children up to face a cruel and heartless world. It’s our job to raise children who will make the world a little less cruel and heartless."
— L.R.Knost (via housewitch)
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"Everything that surrounds us becomes part of us, it seeps into us with every experience of the flesh and of life and, like the web of the great Spider, binds us subtly to what is near, ensnares us in a fragile cradle of slow death, where we lie rocking in the wind. Everything in us and we are everything, but what is the point if everything is nothing? A ray of sun, a cloud whose own sudden shadow warns of its coming, a breeze getting up, the silence that follows when it drops, certain faces, some voices, the easy smiles as they talk, and then the night into which emerge, meaningless, the broken hieroglyphs of the stars."
— Fernando Pessoa | The Book of Disquiet | pg. 11 (via evoketheforms)
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all.
Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover."
— Charles Bukowski (via wryer)
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"Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness."
— Alejandro Jodorowsky (via likeafieldmouse)