mythologyofblue:

“And then she left him alone in a world where he no longer understood the language.”

— Fredrik Backman, “A Man Called Ove”

memoryslandscape:

“I’m the past devouring the future.”

Bruce McRae, from “Say Me,” Literary Juice (October 2017)

nemophilies:

“I feel, almost physically, the current of time slowing down in the gravitational field of oblivion. It seems to me then as if all the moments of our life occupy the same space, as if future events already existed and were only waiting for us to find our way to them at last, just as when we have accepted an invitation we duly arrive in a certain house at a given time.”

— W. G. Sebald, Austerlitz

(via nemophilies)

inthenoosphere:

“Chiaroscuro (English: /kiˌɑːrəˈskjʊəroʊ/; Italian: [ˌkjaroˈskuːro]; Italian for light-dark), in art, is the use of strong contrasts between light and dark, usually bold contrasts affecting a whole composition. It is also a technical term used by artists and art historians for the use of contrasts of light to achieve a sense of volume in modelling three-dimensional objects and figures. Similar effects in cinema and photography also are called chiaroscuro.”

— Wikipedia

(Source: inthenoosphere, via inthenoosphere)

violentwavesofemotion:

“I take it all in, whatever comes my way, and I learn it all by heart, uselessly.”

Osip Mandelstam, from “Armed with the Eyesight of Skinny Wasps,” c. 1937

nemophilies:

“I want everything quiet and simple. For me: walking barefoot, sitting still, reading, listening to stories and now and then telling some myself. Eating fruit, drinking milk, longing to create, but with patience and many insights.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Lou Salomé witten c. March 1904

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

thedailyzen:

Instead of obsessively planning, cultivate beginner’s mind. Become skilled at dealing with the unexpected. Embrace uncertainty.

quotespile:

“Every man, it seems, interprets the world in the light of his habits and desires.”

— Richard Wright, The Outsider

memoryslandscape:

“Maybe in the end, that’s all a man wishes. For one last night in the bed of his past. When he thinks of his bed, he remembers a woman beneath the sheets, and a cat. Or he thinks he does. He remembers the morning light and the song of doves. The sad song, two notes played over and over. Or was it a bobwhite? He’s not sure. Maybe that’s why he begins to weep. He wonders if there ever was a bed like that. He wonders if it’s better to forget”

Nin Andrews, from “The Magic of Forgetting,” Double Room (no. 7, Spring 2007)

mesogeios:

“At sunset, you’d stand above a bay breathing in the scent of the lemon trees; then, in the evening, you’d sit alone together on the terrace of some villa, your fingers intertwined, gazing at the stars and making plans.”

Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary, published c. October 1856

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)


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