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ecrasez l'infame

i must live for that glimpse of how vast a single person is

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ecrasez l'infame

i must live for that glimpse of how vast a single person is

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"I wanted all things
To seem to make some sense,
So we could all be happy, yes,
Instead of tense.
And I made up lies
So that they all fit nice,
And I made this sad world
A par-a-dise."
Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country

(Source: observando)



"A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her judgment, solicits her criticism, and drinks her tea, this by no means signifies that he respects her opinions, admires her understanding, or will refuse, though the rapier is denied him, to run through the body with his pen."
Virginia Woolf, Orlando

(Source: observando)



"Poetry, she thought, wasn’t written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding."
Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

(Source: observando)



"Anger … it’s a paralyzing emotion … you can’t get anything done. People sort of think it’s an interesting, passionate, and igniting feeling — I don’t think it’s any of that — it’s helpless … it’s absence of control — and I need all of my skills, all of the control, all of my powers … and anger doesn’t provide any of that — I have no use for it whatsoever."
Toni Morrison

(Source: observando)



"I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen."
John Steinbeck

(Source: likeafieldmouse)