December 2010
34 posts
Guy de Maupassant —
“I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness. Skylarks sing in the sunshine, the blue sky, the warm air, in the fresh morning light. The owl...
Daniel C. Dennett —
“If you can approach the world’s complexities, both its glories and its horrors, with an attitude of humble curiosity, acknowledging that however deeply you have seen, you have only scratched the surface, you will find worlds within worlds, beauties you could not heretofore imagine, and your own mundane preoccupations will shrink to proper size, not all that important in the greater...
“To live alone is the fate of all great souls.”
– Arthur Schopenhauer
“Time is not a thing, thus nothing which is, and yet it remains constant in its...”
– Martin Heidegger
“If I take death into my life, acknowledge it, and face it squarely, I will free...”
– Martin Heidegger
“Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh...”
– Arthur Schopenhauer
“The best kind of rain, of course, is a cosy rain. This is the kind the anonymous...”
– Susan Allen Toth (via starsmending)
Franz Kafka —
“The point of view of art and that of life are different even in the artist himself. Art flies around truth, but with the definite intention of not getting burnt. Its capacity lies in finding in the dark void a place where the beam of light can be intensely caught, without this having been perceptible before.”
Cut out what could be hurt what could be wounded what’s in your way what feeds emotion This is perfect Diorama “The Rational Anthem”
“We are all born mad. Some remain so.”
– Samuel Beckett
Edvard Munch —
“From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation. And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?” ...
“I have always been amazed at the way an ordinary observer lends so much more...”
– Andre Breton
Edvard Munch —
“My fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and illness, I am a ship without a rudder. My art is grounded in reflections over being different from others. My sufferings are part of my self and my art. They are indistinguishable from me, and their destruction would destroy my art. I want to keep those sufferings”
“Writing… is a sleep deeper than that of death, and just as one would and...”
– Franz Kafka (To Felice Bauer, June 26, 1913)
Samuel Beckett "Waiting for Godot"
” Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day? That with Estragon my friend, at this place, until the fall of night, I waited for Godot? That Pozzo passed, with his carrier, and that he spoke to us? Probably. But in all that what truth will there be? He’ll know nothing. He’ll tell me about the...
“To see, to hear, means nothing. To recognize (or not to recognize) means...”
– Andre Breton
“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.”
– Edgar Allan Poe
“Romantic love is mental illness. But it’s a pleasurable one. It’s a...”
– Fran Lebowitz
“To know someone with whom you can feel there is understanding in spite of...”
– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The Silence of the Sirens by Franz Kafka
“Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence. And though admittedly such a thing never happened, it is still conceivable that someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence certainly never. Against the feeling of having triumphed over everything before it, no earthly powers...