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The emotionally intelligent person knows that love is a skill, not a feeling, and will require trust, vulnerability, generosity, humor, sexual understanding, and selective resignation. The emotionally intelligent person awards themselves the time to determine what gives their working life meaning and has the confidence and tenacity to try to find an accommodation between their inner priorities and the demands of the world. The emotionally intelligent person knows how to hope and be grateful, while remaining steadfast before the essentially tragic structure of existence. The emotionally intelligent person knows that they will only ever be mentally healthy in a few areas and at certain moments, but is committed to fathoming their inadequacies and warning others of them in good time, with apology and charm. There are few catastrophes, in our own lives or in those of nations, that do not ultimately have their origins in emotional ignorance.

Alain de Botton - The School of Life (https://amzn.to/3OQMf6w)

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"Nothing could stop Satan from being divine, but this enduring truth was denied with the rigours of torment."

Erotism: Death and Sensuality, Georges Bataille.

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“It seems life is constructed in a way that no one can fulfill it alone. Just as it’s not enough for flowers to have pistils and stamens An insect or a breeze must introduce a pistil to a stamen Life contains its own absence, which only an Other can fulfill. It seems the world is the summation of Others And yet, We neither know nor are told that we will filfull each other We lead our scattered lives, perfectly unaware of each other…”

— 水の線路 / 生命は World’s End Girlfriend (via chuntastic)

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“It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness”

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Man and his Symbols, Carl Jung.

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I appeal to you, brothers, to watch out for those who cause divisions and create obstacles contrary to the doctrine that you have been taught;��avoid them. 18 For such persons do not serve our Lord Christ, but their own appetites, and by smooth talk and flattery they deceive the hearts of the naive.

Romans 16:17-18

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As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh, Susan Sontag.

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You can only see in others what your nature allows you to see. The range of your vision depends on the extent of the personal development. The personal, if it is deep enough, becomes universal, mythical, symbolic; I never generalize, intellectualize. I see, I hear, I feel. These are my primitive instruments of discovery.

The Diary of Anaïs Nin

Anaïs Nin

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Avarice, Claudio Naranjo.

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If you're lamenting the fact that you used to be able to shoot through a 500-page novel in like a day when you were in middle school and now you can't, it's worth bearing in mind that a big part of that is because when you were in middle school, your reading comprehension sucked. Yes, mental health and the stresses of adult life can definitely be factors, but it's also the case that reading is typically more effortful as an adult because you've learned to Ponder The Implications. The material isn't just skimming over the surface of your brain anymore, and some of the spoons you used to spend on maximising your daily page count are now spent on actually thinking about what you're reading!

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Fannie Flagg, “Welcome to the World, Baby Girl!”

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Orson Scott Card, Xenocide

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James Olney, Metaphors of Self: the meaning of autobiography

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Susan Nathiel, Daughters of Madness

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Simone Weil, First and Last Notebooks, tr. Richard Rees (1970)

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