May 25,2013
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“Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.”
May 25,2013
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“You are skybound and sprinting…”
— Miles Walser, from
“Perfectly Human” (via
mirroir)
May 25,2013
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“There are days when everything around one is softly illumined, not yet identifiable in the bright air but nonetheless distinct. Even what lies nearest is imbued with the tones of distance, is abstracted and only denoted, not revealed; and what relates to distance: the river, the bridges, the long streets and the squares squandering themselves among them are what this expanse has collected behind it to be painted as if on silk. All is simplified, carelessly conveyed by a few light-coloured planes in like the face in a Manet portrait. And nothing is negligible or superfluous. Somehow one gets emotional: All are attuned to one another, are valid, are part of the whole and form a completeness which lacks nothing.”
May 25,2013
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“In order to write about life first you must live it.”
May 24,2013
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“The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.”
— Victor Hugo (Les Misérables)
