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I went into churches because they were built from the heart. Improbable hearts that I had never understood before. Hearts so full of longing that these old stones still cry out with their extasy.

Jeanette Winterson, The Passion (via mesogeios)

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Jean-Paul Marat,

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Jasmine Dowling | Bondi, New South Wales, Australia. 

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Direction, that’s what I’m after, everything moving together, relative movement, sympathetic movement, connected movement, flowing, liquid, universal movement, all directions summing up in one grand direction…

Emily Carr (via mesogeios)

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Lunar Water Watche, Caris Reid

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From Utrecht to the local woods October 2017

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d&g fw18

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…only one thing is urgently needed: to attach oneself with unconditional purpose somewhere to nature, to what is strong, striving and bright, and to move forward without guile, even if that means in the least important, daily matters. Each time we tackle something with joy, each time we open our eyes toward a yet untouched distance we transform not only this and the next moment, but we also rearrange and gradually assimilate the past inside of us.

Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Adelheid von der Marwitz, September 11, 1919 (via luthienne)

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I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone.

Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut, 1999 (via 1000bestbooks)

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“Every reader, as he reads, is actually the reader of himself. The writer’s work is only a kind of optical instrument he provides the reader so he can discern what he might never have seen in himself without this book. The reader’s recognition in himself of what the book says is the proof of the book’s truth.”

— Marcel Proust, Time Regained