"If a man crosses a river
and an empty boat collides with his own skiff,
Even though he be bad tempered man
He will not become very angry.
But if he sees a man in the boat,
He will shout at him to steer clear.
If the shout is not heard, he will shout again, and yet again, and begin cursing.
And all because someone is in the boat.
Yet if the boat were empty,
He would not be shouting, and not angry.
If you can empty your own boat
Crossing the river of the world,
No one will oppose you,
No one will seek to harm you" - Zhuangzi
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"Rewards and punishment is the lowest form of education." - Zhuangzi
"She was tied to the moon by long threads of red tangled blood. She moved like a woman tied to the moon … it enveloped her and it opened her to an absolute night without dawn." - Anaïs Nin  (via loveage-moondream)

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"Would you call it a conversation if the other person is silent and, to keep up the appearance of a conversation, you try to substitute for him, and so imitate him, and so parody him, and so parody yourself." - Franz Kafka, Diaries (via kafkaesque-world)
"Always be a poet, even in prose." -  Charles Baudelaire
"The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live —moreover, the only one." - Emil Cioran (via wordsnquotes)

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"What do you do from morning to night ? I endure myself." - Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born, P. 36 (via blackestdespondency)

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"Wisdom disguises our wounds: it teaches us how to bleed in secret." - E.M. Cioran, Strangled Thoughts (via uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings." - Anaïs Nin
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La vie est la farce à mener par tous.


Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.

" - Arthur Rimbaud

houghtonlib:

This pocket-size early 16th century Book of Hours is bound in silver

Catholic Church. Book of hours : manuscript, [not after 1530]

MS Typ 1000

Houghton Library, Harvard University

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whereoldgodsrule:

“Sigurth and Regin went up to the Gnitaheith, and found there the track that Fafnir made when he crawled to water. Then Sigurth made a great trench across the path, and took his place therein. When Fafnir crawled from his gold, he blew out venom, and it ran down from above on Sigurth’s head. But when Fafnir crawled over the trench, then Sigurth thrust his sword into his body to the heart." –The Lay of Fafnir, from Henry Adams Bellows’ translation of the Poetic Edda.
Illustration by Arthur Rackham, 1907.

whereoldgodsrule:

Sigurth and Regin went up to the Gnitaheith, and found there the track that Fafnir made when he crawled to water. Then Sigurth made a great trench across the path, and took his place therein. When Fafnir crawled from his gold, he blew out venom, and it ran down from above on Sigurth’s head. But when Fafnir crawled over the trench, then Sigurth thrust his sword into his body to the heart." –The Lay of Fafnir, from Henry Adams Bellows’ translation of the Poetic Edda.

Illustration by Arthur Rackham, 1907.

"The same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don’t know what that elsewhere is." - E. M. Cioran (via sold—souls)
"Although I feel that my tragedy is the greatest in history—greater than the fall of empires—I am nevertheless aware of my total insignificance. I am absolutely persuaded that I am nothing in this universe; yet I feel that mine is the only real existence." - Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair (via larmoyante)
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