August 22, 2014
"As long as one believes in philosophy, one is healthy; sickness begins when one starts to think."

— Emil Cioran (via ig-narus)

August 22, 2014
blackmountainmass:

The lake was still the sheep on the island reflected in the water, like they grey deer we saw in Gowbarrow park. —Dorothy Wordsworth, 04.17.1802
[Dmitry Gomberg]

blackmountainmass:

The lake was still the sheep on the island reflected in the water, like they grey deer we saw in Gowbarrow park.Dorothy Wordsworth, 04.17.1802

[Dmitry Gomberg]

August 22, 2014
"To read actually comes from the Latin reri to calculate, to think which is not only the progenitor of read but of reason as well, both of which hail from the Greek arariskein to fit. Aside from giving us reason, arariskein also gives us an unlikely sibling, Latin arma meaning weapons. It seems that to fit the world or to make sense of it requires either reason or arms."

— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via crematedadolescent)

(Source: wordsnquotes.com, via spiritandteeth)

August 22, 2014
"That is how it is when a man fastens all his capacity for love upon a single object. With its loss everything collapses for him, and he stands impoverished amid ruins."

— Hermann Hesse, Magister Ludi (The Glass Bead Game)

(Source: intellectual-poaching, via distancenouveau)

August 22, 2014
liquige:

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liquige:

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(via razna)

August 22, 2014
"I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing."

— T.S. Eliot, from “East Coker” (via liquidnight)

(via razna)

August 21, 2014

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August 21, 2014
"there is no (full, reciprocal) love, there is only an immense need for love; every actual love encounter fails and throws us back into our solitude. Perhaps, it is only when one is in love that one can fully confront one ‘s fundamental solitude"

— S. Zizek (via alterities)

(via sinthematica)

August 21, 2014

indigenousdialogues:

… [A]s if they had tasted a string quartet, or been, for a moment, deafened by the sight of the colour blue.

© Susanna Clarke, ‘Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell’, pg 133 (Bloomsbury Publishing, 2005)

August 21, 2014

(Source: inverni-interiori, via carnalincarnate)

August 21, 2014
"Life always holds in store surprises that are more complex and unforeseeable than any dream, and the secret is to let them come and not block them with castles in the air."

— Alvaro Mutis (via jacobwren)

August 21, 2014
"And I tell you that you should open yourselves to hearing an authentic poet, of the kind whose bodily senses were shaped in a world that is not our own and that few people are able to perceive. A poet closer to death than to philosophy, closer to pain than to intelligence, closer to blood than to ink."

— Federico Garcia Lorca (via fawksianfella)

(via howitzerliterarysociety)

August 21, 2014

(Source: spiritandteeth, via death-suit)

August 20, 2014
"We all arrive by different streets,
by unequal languages, at Silence."

— Pablo Neruda, from “Still Another Day: XVII/Men” (via litverve)

(via keshavprasad)

August 20, 2014

metaphorformetaphor:

In the morning, you tear up the pages of your fever, but every word naturally leads you back to its color, its night.

—Edmond Jabès,from  “Aely,” The Book of Questions II, trans. Rosmarie Waldrop (Wesleyan, 1991)

(Source: proustitute)