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This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou would wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calm’d–see here it is–
I hold it towards you.
John Keats
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The anxious journey, Giorgio de Chirico
Medium: oil,canvas
https://www.wikiart.org/en/giorgio-de-chirico/the-anxious-journey-1913
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The hardest battle you will ever have to fight is between who you are now and who you want to be.
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Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot - Le Chemin De L'Eglise c.a. (1855-1860)
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Anguish, An uneasiness of the epidermis of the soul A dropping of the arms at the sunset of effortI renounce. I renounce everything.I renounce more than everything. I renounce once and for all the Gods and their negation. But whatam I lacking, that something I sense is missing in my stomach and in the circulation of my blood? What empty stupefaction is overtaxing my brain? Should I take something for it or commit suicide?
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Louis Artan de Saint Martin - L’ Epave (1871)
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“I have so many scars, torrid fears, perhaps soon, a forest awaits for me… calling me home, wherefrom I will never return.”
— Channing M
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