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  • #1
    Joan Didion
    “...I think we are well-advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.”
    Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

  • #2
    E.E. Cummings
    “life's not a paragraph
    And death i think is no parenthesis”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #3
    Annie Dillard
    “How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.”
    Annie Dillard, The Writing Life

  • #4
    Virginia Woolf
    “And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be, are full of trees and changing leaves”
    Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

  • #5
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
    THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED
    FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD
    WAS MUSIC”
    kurt vonnegut

  • #6
    E.E. Cummings
    “And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #7
    Vincent van Gogh
    “If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.”
    Vincent van Gogh

  • #8
    “Once you meet someone, you never really forget them. It just takes a while for your memory to come back to you”
    Zeniba Spirited Away

  • #9
    Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious
    “Tell me, what is it you plan to do
    with your one wild and precious life?”
    Mary Oliver

  • #10
    “If you shoot an arrow and it goes real high... Hooray for you.”
    Dorian Corey

  • #11
    E.E. Cummings
    “She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn't standing still”
    ee cummings

  • #12
    Robert Frost
    “We love the things we love for what they are.”
    Robert Frost

  • #13
    I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
    “I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
    Sarah Williams

  • #14
    Anna Wintour
    “It’s always about timing. If it’s too soon, no one understands. If it’s too late, everyone’s forgotten.”
    Anna Wintour

  • #15
    Friedrich Nietzsche
    “In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.”
    Friedrich Nietzsche

  • #16
    Samuel Beckett
    “That's how it is on this bitch of an earth.”
    Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
    tags: life

  • #17
    Anna Wintour
    “If you can’t be better than your competition, just dress better.”
    Anna Wintour

  • #18
    E.E. Cummings
    “Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #19
    “Society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in.”
    Anonymous Greek Proverb

  • #20
    Erasmus
    “There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other.”
    Desiderius Erasmus

  • #21
    Dante Alighieri
    “The path to paradise begins in hell.”
    Dante Alighieri

  • #22
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

  • #23
    Dante Alighieri
    “There is no greater sorrow
    Than to recall a happy time
    When miserable.”
    Dante Alighieri

  • #24
    Virginia Woolf
    “But this was one way of knowing people, she thought: to know the outline, not the detail, to sit in one's garden and look a the slopes of a hill running purple down into the distant heather.”
    Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

  • #25
    Virginia Woolf
    “Not that she did in fact run or hurry; she went indeed rather slowly. She felt rather inclined just for a moment to stand still after all that chatter, and pick out one particular thing; the thing that mattered; to detach it; separate it off; clean it of all the emotions and odds and ends of things, and so hold it before her, and bring it to the tribunal where, ranged about in conclave, sat the judges she had set up to decide these things. Is it good, is it bad, is it right or wrong? Where are we all going to? and so on. She righted herself after the shock of the event, and quite unconsciously and incongruously, used the branches of the elm trees outside to help her to stabilise her position. Her world was changing: they were still. The event had given her a sense of movement. All must be in order. She must get that right and that right, she thought, insensibly approving of the dignity of the trees’ stillness, and now again of the superb upward rise (like the beak of a ship up a wave) of the elm branches as the wind raised them. For it was windy (she stood a moment to look out). It was windy, so that the leaves now and then brushed open a star, and the stars themselves seemed to be shaking and darting light trying to flash out between the edges of the leaves. Yes, that was done then, accomplished; and as with all things done, became solemn. Now one thought of it, cleared of chatter and emotion, it seemed always to have been, only was shown now and so being shown, struck everything into stability. They would, she thought, going on again, however long they lived, come back to this night; this moon; this wind; this house: and to her too.”
    Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

  • #26
    Virginia Woolf
    “Such she often felt herself—struggling against terrific odds to maintain her courage; to say: "But this is what I see; this is what I see," and so to clasp some miserable remnant of her vision to her breast, which a thousand forces did their best to pluck from her.”
    Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

  • #27
    Odilon Redon
    “I have tried to put the real at the service of the unreal.”
    Odilon Redon

  • #28
    “We're only here briefly. And while I'm here, I want to allow myself joy. So fuck it.”
    Spike Jonze

  • #29
    Sarah   Williams
    “[The Old Astronomer to His Pupil]

    Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,
    When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
    He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
    We are working to completion, working on from then to now.

    Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
    Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
    And remember men will scorn it, 'tis original and true,
    And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.

    But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,
    You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,
    What for us are all distractions of men's fellowship and smiles;
    What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.

    You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
    But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant's fate.
    Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
    I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

    What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;
    You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.
    I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known.
    You 'have none but me,' you murmur, and I 'leave you quite alone'?

    Well then, kiss me, -- since my mother left her blessing on my brow,
    There has been a something wanting in my nature until now;
    I can dimly comprehend it, -- that I might have been more kind,
    Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind.

    I 'have never failed in kindness'? No, we lived too high for strife,--
    Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life;
    But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still
    To the service of our science: you will further it? you will!

    There are certain calculations I should like to make with you,
    To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true;
    And remember, 'Patience, Patience,' is the watchword of a sage,
    Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age.

    I have sown, like Tycho Brahe, that a greater man may reap;
    But if none should do my reaping, 'twill disturb me in my sleep
    So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name;
    See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame.

    I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak;
    Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak:
    It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,--
    God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.”
    Sarah Williams, Twilight Hours: A Legacy of Verse

  • #30
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night



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