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alt-J // Taro // An Awesome Wave 

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“We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us.”

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Audrey Hepburn by Mark Shaw, 1953

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If you never do anything, you never become anyone.

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And if you are awake at four AM, you are either in love or lonely, and I don’t know which one is worse.

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"If and when you fall in love, may you be happy with her. I don’t need to wish her anything, for she’ll be happy with you. May your sky always be clear, may your dear smile always be bright and happy, and may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart. Isn’t such a moment sufficient for the whole of one’s life?"

-Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights

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Ask them, ask any one of them, or all of them, what they mean by happiness! Oh, you may be perfectly sure that if Columbus was happy, it was not after he had discovered America, but when he was discovering it! You may be quite sure that he reached the culminating point of his happiness three days before he saw the New World with his actual eyes, when his mutinous sailors wanted to tack about, and return to Europe! What did the New World matter after all? Columbus had hardly seen it when he died, and in reality he was entirely ignorant of what he had discovered. The important thing is life—life and nothing else! What is any ‘discovery’ whatever compared with the incessant, eternal discovery of life?

The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky

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My God, a moment of bliss. Why isn’t that enough for a whole lifetime?

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights (via luridandlaughing)

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“CAN anyone be unhappy, really? Oh! what does grief matter—what does misfortune matter, if one knows how to be happy? Do you know, I cannot understand how anyone can pass by a green tree, and not feel happy only to look at it! How anyone can talk to a man and not feel happy in loving him! Oh, it is my own fault that I cannot express myself well enough! But there are lovely things at every step I take—things which even the most miserable man must recognize as beautiful. Look at a little child—look at God's day-dawn—look at the grass growing—look at the eyes that love you, as they gaze back into your eyes!”

Prince Myshkin from The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky

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Аз помня онзи миг чудесен,

Пред мен яви се ти в нощта Като мечта, кат дивна песен, Кат дух на сяйна красота.

Измъчен и обезнадежден В тревоги шумни, суети Дълго звуча гласът ти нежен, Сънувах милите черти.

Години в устрем, в смут метежен Убиха старите мечти, Забравих аз гласът ти нежен И твойте прелестни черти.

В самотност, мрак, на заточение Влачат се глухо мойте дни Без вяра и без вдъхновение, Без любов, живот и сълзи.

Духът отново се пробуди И пак те виждам във нощта Кат призрак светъл, като чудо, Кат дух на сяйна красота.

Тупти сърдцето в упоение. Във него пак възкръсва зов За вяра и за вдъхновение, За живот, сълзи и любов.

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"I haven’t been in love," answered the prince just as quietly and earnestly, “I… was happy in a different way."

Fyodor Doestoevsky, The Idiot  (via thatkindofwoman)

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i’ve always scoffed at those “oh my god europe is tiny”-posts but we just took the wrong exit driving back to our cabin and we literally ended up in norway and decided to just stay for dinner so yeah