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The best art makes your head spin with questions. Perhaps this is the fundamental distinction between pure art and pure design. While great art makes you wonder, great design makes things clear.

Para anunciar el comienzo de algo, se habla siempre del día primero, cuando es la primera noche la que debería contar, ella es la condición del día, el día sería eterno si no hubiera noche.

no hay nada que canse más a una persona que tener que luchar, no contra su propio espíritu, sino contra una abstracción.

Es más q cierto y sabido q la muerte, ya sea x incompetencia de origen ya sea por mala fe adquirida con la experiencia, no escoge a sus víctimas de acuerdo con la duración d las vidas que vivieron, comportamiento éste (...) que (...) acabó produciendo en el ser humano, de forma refleja, por diferentes y a veces contradictorias vías, el efecto paradójico de la sublimación intelectual del temor natural a morir.

Acknowledging the existence of aichaku in our built environment helps us to aspire to design artifacts that people will feel for, care for, and own for a lifetime.

Aichaku is the Japanese term for the sense of attachment one can feel for an artifact.When written by its two kanji characters,you can see that the first character means “love” and the second one means “fit”.Love-fit describes a deeper kind of emotional attachment that a person can feel for an object.It is a kind of symbiotic love for an object that deserves attention not for what it does, but for what it is

Ample incorporation of empty space removes the need for a specific bridge between foreground and background because the navigation is implicit —you can’t get lost.
Complexity implies the feeling of being lost; simplicity implies the feeling of being found.

you can either brighten a single point with laser precision, or else use the same light to illuminate everything around you.

Variety tends to keep our attention when the rhythm of difference captivates.

It is necessary to advertise qualities that cannot be conveyed implicitly, especially when the message of embodiment simply tells the truth.

Complexity implies the feeling of being lost; simplicity implies the feeling of being found.

Qui sap quan comencen les històries, si en el fons no sabem cert quan s’acaben. Quan les creiem passades sovint revinclen i retornen, després de mortes i mig soterrades. En ocasions les històries archivades vénen de bell nou, de cop i volta, amb un capítol inesperat una vegada més. En ocasions ho fan amb una alegria imprevista i el retorn és la victòria postergada, el final feliç.

There are so many ways to be brave in this world. Sometimes bravery involves laying down your life for something bigger than yourself, or for someone else. Sometimes it involves giving up everything you have ever known, or everyone you have ever loved, for the sake of something greater.
Sometimes it is nothing more than gritting your teeth through pain, and the work of every day, the slow walk toward a better life.

I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them.

I know that change is difficult, and comes slowly, and that it is the work of many days strung together in a long line until the origin of them is forgotten. He is afraid that he will not be able to put in that work, that he will squander those days, and that they will leave him worse off than he is now. And I understand that feeling —I understand being afraid of yourself.

I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me —they, and the love and loyalty I give them, form my identity much more than any word or group ever could.

maybe forgiveness is just the continual pushing aside of bitter memories, until time dulls the hurt and the anger, and the wrong is forgotten.

“It’s what you deserve to hear,” I say firmly, my eyes getting cloudy with tears. “That you’re whole, that you are worth loving, that you are the best person I’ve ever known.”

that’s what love does, when it’s right —it makes you more than you were, more than you thought you could be.

when someone wrongs you, you both share the burden of that wrongdoing —the pain of it weights on both of you. Forgiveness, then, means to bear the full weight all by yourself.

I used to think that when people fell in love, they just landed where they landed, and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that’s true of beginnings, but it’s not true of this, now.
I fell in love with him. (...) I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.

when you control information, or manipulate it, you don’t need force to keep people under your thumb. They stay there willingly.

If someone offers you an opportunity to get closer to your enemy, you always take it. I know that without having learned it from anyone.

I wonder if this is how it is with all evil men, that to someone, they look just like good men, talk like good men, are just as likeable as good men.

He makes the acquisition of knowledge feel like a secret, beautiful thing, and an ancient thing. I feel like, if I read this book, I can reach backward through all the generations of humanity to the very first one, whenever it was—that I can participate in something many times larger and older than myself.

Take a person’s memories, and you change who they are.

I feel, as I look at him, that I am finally seeing him as he is, instead of how he is in relation to me. So how well do I really know him, if I have not seen this before?

I have done bad things. I can’t take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.

Noise and activity are the refuges of the bereaved and the guilty.

His absence will haunt their hallways, and he will be a space they can’t fill. And then the time will pass, and the hole will be gone, like when an organ is removed and the body’s fluids flow into the space it leaves. Humans can’t tolerate emptiness for long.

but the torment of being alive in a single body was that any given moment you had to be on one road only, even though you could have been on another, travelling toward an altogether different place.