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August 19 2017

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East/West Berlin divide still visible from space due to different lightbulbs
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March 15 2017

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Holding on to anything is like holding on to your breath. You will suffocate. The only way to get anything in the physical universe is by letting go of it. Let go & it will be yours forever.
— Deepak Chopra (via afroui)
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March 13 2017

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nevver:

Nocturne in Black and Gold: The Falling Rocket, James Whistler

July 09 2015

czemu nie mogłem poświęcić dość uwagi (…), Boże święty, Boże miłosierny, dlaczego nie można niczemu poświęcić uwagi, świat jest sto milionów razy za obfity i co ja pocznę z moją nieuwagą
— Kosmos, Witold Gombrowicz
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"It's never too late to be what you might have been." 
— George Eliot
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It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
— E.E. Cummings  (via versteur)
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June 29 2015

And white appears. Absolute white.  White beyond all whiteness.  White of the coming of the White.  White without compromise, through exclusion, through total eradication of non-white. Insane, enragedwhite, screaming withwhiteness. Fanatical, furious, riddling the retina. Horrible electricwhite,implacable, murderous. White in bursts of white.
— Henri Michaux, Miserable Miracle
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I never fall apart, because I never fall together.
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The sea: I didn’t lose myself in it; I found myself in it.
— Albert Camus - Notebooks ‘42-‘51
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Tym nieustającym lękiem napawa nas to, że jesteśmy, a nie jesteśmy w stanie sprostać temu, że jesteśmy. Wielkie to brzemię sam dla siebie człowiek. 
— Wiesław Myśliwski, Ostatnie rozdanie
And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.
— Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler
Vladimir: I don’t understand.

Estragon: Use your intelligence, can’t you?

(Vladimir uses his intelligence)

Vladimir: (finally) I remain in the dark.

— Samuel Beckett, "Waiting for Godot"
In spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody. The essential substance of every thought and feeling remains incommunicable, locked up in the impenetrable strong-room of the individual soul and body. Our life is a sentence of perpetual solitary confinement.
— Aldous Huxley
I’m so good at beginnings, but in the end I always seem to destroy everything, including myself.
Kiera Van Gelder
Zdarzają się chwile, kiedy dusze wyzwolone ze swych ciemnych zasłon, płoną cudowną wrażliwością, która sprawia, że czasem milczenie jest jaśniejsze niż mowa.
— Joseph Conrad "Jądro ciemności"
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David Seidner 

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My deplorable mania for analysis exhausts me. I doubt everything, even my doubt.
— Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to Louise Colet (via filosofema)
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June 28 2015

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art2202:

John Everett Millais, Ophelia, 1852. Oil on canvas, 2′ 6″ × 3′ 8″.

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