Rabolas's Blog: at sixes and sevens, page 9

lecurieuxmonsieurcocosse: André Kertész, Restaurant Chartier,...

lecurieuxmonsieurcocosse:

André Kertész, Restaurant Chartier, Paris, 1934

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"Start remembering all the things; all the little things."

“Start remembering all the things; all the little things.”

- Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)

"My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears."

“My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.”

- Jack Kerouac, from “Atop an Underwood: Early Stories and Other Writings,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

"How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back."

“How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.”

- J.R.R. Tolkien (via quotemadness)

achyjedi: Brattle Book Shop, 9 West St, Boston, MA. January 2019.

ali3natamente: Il mio arrivo nella città di N. è avvenuto puntualmente. Eri stato avvertito con una...

inneroptics: I was made for another planet altogether. I...

inneroptics:

I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way-Simone de Beauvoir

zdmotion: ILLUSION Everything seems to be,what we see when we...

zdmotion:

ILLUSION

Everything seems to be,
what we see when we look.
We are always induced
to interpret everything.
Depending on the speed
with which we observe,
we can not understand
what it really is.

-zd

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lasbronzaconsapevole: Se riusciste a capire questo, voi che possedete le cose che il popolo deve...

lasbronzaconsapevole:

Se riusciste a capire questo, voi che possedete le cose che il popolo deve avere, potreste salvarvi. Se riusciste a separare le cause dagli effetti, se riusciste a capire che Paine, Marx, Jefferson e Lenin erano effetti, non cause, potreste sopravvivere. Ma questo non potete capirlo. Perché il fatto di possedere vi congela per sempre in “io”, e vi separa per sempre dal “noi”.

J. Steinbeck, Furore, 1939.