"The world is broken, Briony, and it’s not something we can fix. We can only survive it in the small, fragile spaces we make for ourselves." ~ Ian McEwan, Atonement . 📷 Dora Maar
We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten. ~ Cesare Pavese . 📷 Thea Courtney
On aime. On est aimé. On croit aimer. On croit être aimé. Et un beau jour après un chagrin d'amour, soudain quelque chose meurt en soi. Quelque chose, sinon quelqu'un. ~ Frédéric Pajak . Christian Schloe
Il fait froid et triste quand on demande aux êtres de vous être un soutien, de vous réchauffer, d'alléger le fardeau de la misère inhérente à toute existence. Nul d'entre eux n'a réellement le souci de le faire, nul d'entre eux ne le peut vraiment.
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A great silence out past the sea The lie did its damage, corroding the heart in ash-grey This room is freezing — night seems endless. Why bother fighting the wind anymore? Let it strip the fields. Let it leave whatever it leaves. I'm stopping. . 📷 Lynn Davis
most wouldn't know, or feel, or care if what brushed past them on the street was a dream, a ghost, or a star— but you would you would
"One has a moral obligation to take responsibility for one's actions, and that includes one's words and silences, yes, one's silences, because silences rise to heaven too [...] one must be very careful with one's silences" ~ Roberto Bolaño, By Night in Chile
Naeemeh Naeemaei: The Moon Falls a Thousand Times, 2019. Acrylic and oil on canvas.
When a bird gets free, it does not go back for remnants left on the bottom of the cage. ~ Rûmî
What a short life the bullet has compared to the wound. ~ Clementine von Radics . 📷 "Torn" by Manuela Thames
Half the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don't mean to do harm; but the harm does not interest them. Or they do not see it, or they justify it because they are absorbed in the endless struggle to think well of themselves. ~ T.S. Eliot
Death cannot harm me More than you have harmed me, My beloved life. ~ Louise Glück
Where does unbelief begin? When I was young there were degrees of certainty. I could say, Yes I know that I have two hands. Then one day I awakened on a planet of people whose hands occasionally disappear— ~ Anne Carson, The Glass Essay
Preparatory drawing for In Memory of My Feelings http://www.moma.org/collection/works/108335
J'ai aimé des êtres, je les ai perdus. Je suis devenu fou quand ce coup m'a frappé, car c'est un enfer. Mais ma folie est restée sans témoin, mon égarement n'apparaissait pas, mon intimité seule était folle. ~ Maurice Blanchot . Irene Pérez
I know a few things to be true. I do not know where I am going, where I have come from is disappearing, I am unwelcome and my beauty is not beauty here. My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing. ~ Warsan Shire . 📷 Rhonda Lashley Lopez
“It wasn't only wickedness and scheming that made people unhappy, it was confusion and misunderstanding; above all, it was the failure to grasp the simple truth that other people are as real as you.” ― Ian McEwan, Atonement #BookSky
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We Might Be Dead By Tomorrow
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I can hear a wolfing sound in the distance. It is the wind. It is the world. It is the cold. 📷 Ann Mitchell
Silence is a flower, it opens up, dilates, extends its texture, can grow, mutate, return on its steps. I can watch other flowers grow and become what they are. ~ Etel Adnan
"You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop" ~ Rûmî
Es war mehr als Einsamkeit es war die verdammte Niemandszugehörigkeit… paul nizon * 19. 12. 1929
History of the Night Jorge Luis Borges tr. Charles Tomlinson Down through the generations men built the night. In the beginning it was blindness and sleep.
Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It's usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world. Anne Carson
