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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those whose wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
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From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
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— J.R.R. Tolkien (via man-and-camera)
(Source: man-and-camera, via man-and-camera)
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“There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.”
— Ernest Hemingway (via manchannel)
(via coffeeinthemountains)
12:58 am 1,901 notes
“So you plant your own garden and
decorate your own soul, instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers.”
— Jorge Luis Borges (via seraphmachine)
(Source: quote-book, via seraphmachine)
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“Poetry is made in a bed like love
Its rumpled sheets are the dawn of things”
— André Breton, from “On the Road to San Romano”, in The Yale Anthology of Twentieth-Century French Poetry, trans. Mary Ann Caws (via litverve)
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“As soon as it is remembered that philosophizing does not consist in addressing fantastic beings in fantastic language, but that those to whom the philosopher addresses himself are human beings; so that we have not to determine fantastically
in abstracto whether a persistent striving is something lower than the systematic finality, or
vice versa, but that the question is what existing human beings, insofar as they are existing beings, must needs be content with: then it will be evident that the idea of a persistent striving is the only view of life that does not carry with it an inevitable disillusionment. Even if a man has attained to the highest, the repetition by which life receives content (if one is to escape retrogression or avoid becoming fantastic) will again constitute a persistent striving; because here again finality is moved further on, and postponed. It is with this view of life, as it is with the Platonic interpretation of love as a want; and the principle that is not only he is in want who desires something he does not have, but also he who desires the continued possession of what he has. In a speculative-fantastic sense we have a positive finality in the System, and in an aesthetic-fantastic sense we have one in the fifth act of the drama. But this sort of finality is valid only for fantastic beings.”
— Søren Kierkegaard as Johannes Climacus in Concluding Unscientific Postscript (via existenti-al)
(Source: adornoble, via epistemologicalfallacy)
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“In a world where all is unstable, and nought can endure, but is swept onwards at once in the hurrying whirlpool of change; where a man, if he is to keep erect at all, must always be advancing and moving, like an acrobat on a rope—in such a world, happiness in inconceivable. How can it dwell where, as Plato says, continual Becoming and never Being is the sole form of existence? In the first place, a man never is happy, but spends his whole life in striving after something which he thinks will make him so; he seldom attains his goal, and when he does, it is only to be disappointed; he is mostly shipwrecked in the end, and comes into harbor with masts and rigging gone. And then, it is all one whether he has been happy or miserable; for his life was never anything more than a present moment always vanishing; and now it is over.”
— Arthur Schopenhauer (via nietzsche-spoke-thus)
(Source: sunrec, via philossofos)
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“You must not fear, hold back, count or be a miser with your thoughts and feelings. It is also true that creation comes from an overflow, so you have to learn to intake, to imbibe, to nourish yourself and not be afraid of fullness. The fullness is like a tidal wave which then carries you, sweeps you into experience and into writing. Permit yourself to flow and overflow, allow for the rise in temperature, all the expansions and intensifications. Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terrors, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them. If it seems to you that I move in a world of certitudes, you, par contre, must benefit from the great privilege of youth, which is that you move in a world of mysteries. But both must be ruled by faith.”
— Anais Nin
As I’ve said many times before, Anais Nin is the author that made me start writing myself. I’m fascinated by her relentless, fearless exploration of herself. She was a tender, flawed, fascinating woman. She left behind tender, flawed, fascinating work. (via clementinevonradics)
(via marcescentt)
11:54 pm 290 notes
“And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.”
— Anna Akhmatova, You Will Hear Thunder, trans. D. M. Thomas (via proustitute)
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