"Love, what is it but space and time rendered perceptible by the heart." - Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time vol 5, The Prisoner (via mjalt)

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That human life must be some kind of mistake is sufficiently proved by the simple observation that man is a compound of needs which are hard to satisfy; that their satisfaction achieves nothing but a painless condition in which he is only given over to boredom; and that boredom is a direct proof that existence is in itself valueless, for boredom is nothing other than the sensation of the emptiness of existence.

We complain of the darkness in which we live out our lives; we do not understand the nature of existence in general; we especially do not know the relation of our own self to the rest of existence. Not only is our life short, our knowledge is limited entirely to it, since we can see neither back before our birth nor out beyond our death, so that our consciousness is as it were a lightning-flash momentarily illuminated by the night….

" - Arthur Schopenhauer, Essays and Aphorisms (via heteroglossia)

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~Bloke Modisane

~Bloke Modisane

"But I have been familiar with ruins too long to dislike desolation." - Lord Byron, in a letter to Thomas Moore (via blurrymelancholy)

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Silence is always beautiful, and a silent person is always more beautiful than one who talks.

" - Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Adolescent (via dehanginggarden)

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"The assumption that animals are without rights, and the illusion that our treatment of them has no moral significance, is a positively outrageous example of Western crudity and barbarity. Universal compassion is the only guarantee of morality." - Arthur Schopenhauer (via blackestdespondency)

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Predica del arte del ben morire (Sermon on the Art of Dying Well) 

Author: Girolamo Savonarola

[Florence: Ant. Tubini, shortly after 1500], 4th ed. 

Book with printed text and four woodcut illustrations.

[Metropolitan Museum]

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"My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me." - Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via wordsnquotes)

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Two letters to Stalin


Imagine: it’s Soviet Russia, 1935. Your husband and son have been arrested on charges of belonging to anti-Soviet organisations. Your first husband was executed years ago for similar crimes. You are an impoverished poet, banned from publishing your work. What do you do?

Write a letter to Stalin,…

"I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow." - Edgar Allan Poe. (via thecollectionofparadoxes)

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"The student is put outside of society, on a campus. Furthermore, he is excluded while being transmitted a knowledge which is traditional in nature, obsolete, ‘academic’ and not directly tied to the needs and problems of today […] Young people from 18 to 25 are thus, as it were, neutralized by and for society, rendered safe, ineffective, socially and politically castrated. There is the first function of the university: to put students out of circulation." - Foucault, “Rituals of Exclusion” (1971 interview)

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I returned home with a feeling of absolute loneliness.

Usually that feeling of being alone in the world is accompanied by a condescending sense of superiority. I scorn all humankind; people around me seem vile, sordid, stupid, greedy, gross, niggardly. I do not fear solitude ; it is almost Olympian.

That night, like many other nights, I was alone as a consequence of my own failings, my own depravity. At such times the world seems despicable, even though I know that I am necessarily a part of it. Then a frenzy to obliterate everything sweeps over me ; I let myself be seduced by the temptation of suicide ; I get drunk ; I look for prostitutes. I receive a certain satisfaction from proving my own baseness, in confirming that I am no better than the lowest of the low around me.

" - Ernesto Sabato, from The Tunnel
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Shahnameh (The Book of Kings)-
“I turn to right and left, in all the earthI see no signs of justice, sense or worth:A man does evil deeds, and all his daysAre filled with luck and universal praise;Another’s good in all he does - he diesA wretched, broken man whom all despise.” - Ferdowsi 


Shahnameh (The Book of Kings)-

“I turn to right and left, in all the earth
I see no signs of justice, sense or worth:
A man does evil deeds, and all his days
Are filled with luck and universal praise;
Another’s good in all he does - he dies
A wretched, broken man whom all despise.” - Ferdowsi 

"I’m sure that all this, I mean other people’s attitudes towards me, lies principally in some obscure intrinsic flaw in my own temperament. Perhaps I communicate a coldness that unwittingly obliges others to reflect back my own lack of feeling." -  Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via pocket-full-of-stones)

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"To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark." - Victor Hugo (via observando)

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