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I need muy SPACE!

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© Nikolay Krusser

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I think I would rather recollect a life mis-spent on fragile things than spent avoiding moral debt.

Neil Gaiman

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Adieu tristesse Bonjour tristesse Tu es inscrite dans les lignes du plafond Tu es inscrite dans les yeux que j'aime Tu n'es pas tout à fait la misère Car les lèvres les plus pauvres te dénoncent Par un sourire Bonjour tristesse Amour des corps aimables Puissance de l'amour Dont l'amabilité surgit Comme un monstre sans corps Tête désappointée Tristesse beau visage.

 P. Eluard

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Everyone wants stuff. We wake up every day with a list of wishes a mile long, and maybe we spend our lives trying those wishes come true. But just because we want them doesn’t mean we need them to be happy.

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Ernst Fuchs, Venus centaur, 1967

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Be terrified. It’s you I love, perfect man, Greek God, my own; but I know you’ll go, betray me, stray from home. So better by far for me if you were stone.

Carol Ann Duffy, Medusa (via grammatolatry)

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And, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Scene II, Romeo and Juliet,��William Shakespeare.

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The nature of words is to fail.

Randall Mann, from “Pantoum” (via proustitute)

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Amo: volo ut sis.” (I love you: I want you to be.) — Martin Heidegger, quoting Augustine, in a letter to Hannah Arendt, 1925 "This mere existence, that is, all that which is mysteriously given to us by birth and which includes the shape of our bodies and the talents of our minds, can be adequately dealt with only by the unpredictable hazards of friendship and sympathy, or by the great and incalculable grace of love, which says with Augustine, ‘Volo ut sis (I want you to be),’ without being able to give any particular reason for such supreme and unsurpassable affirmation.

Hannah Arendt, The Origins of Totalitarianism, 1951  (via ounu)

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Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars.

Walden, Thoreau

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Pavel Semenovich Sorokin, Hercules and Lichas, 1849

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… all things end eventually, No matter how permanent they seem, no matter how Desperately you want them to remain. And now the sun Comes out once more, and life becomes sweet again, Sweet and familiar, on the verge of summer.

John Koethe, from “The Bean House” (via proustitute)

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Nine tenths of the ills from which intelligent people suffer spring from their intellect.

Marcel Proust (via tattoolit)