October 21, 2014 at 9:35 PM

The world is changed by your example, not your opinion.

— Paulo Coelho (via elige)

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October 21, 2014 at 10:31 AM

When you reach for the stars, you are reaching for the farthest thing out there. When you reach deep into yourself, it is the same thing, but in the opposite direction. If you reach in both directions, you will have spanned the universe.

— Vera Nazarian (via seabois)

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October 20, 2014 at 3:12 PM

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October 20, 2014 at 3:01 PM


I feel weirdly threatened when people have the same favorite things as me it’s probably my acute narcissism and obsession with expressing my entity

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October 20, 2014 at 2:33 PM


glow for me


glow for me

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October 20, 2014 at 2:17 PM

I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I’m beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.

— Hermann Hesse, from Demian (via violentwavesofemotion)

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October 18, 2014 at 8:16 PM

The impossible is still temptation.

T.S. Eliot, from The Complete Poems And Plays: 1909 - 1950 (via violentwavesofemotion)


October 18, 2014 at 11:30 AM

To read fiction means to play a game by which we give sense to the immensity of things that happened, are happening, or will happen in the actual world. By reading narrative, we escape the anxiety that attacks us when we try to say something true about the world. This is the consoling function of narrative — the reason people tell stories, and have told stories from the beginning of time.

— Umberto Eco; Six Walks in the Fictional Woods (via wordpainting)


October 18, 2014 at 11:26 AM

I like the notion of stubborn incuriosity. To cultivate a stubborn incuriosity, you have to limit yourself to certain areas of knowledge. You cannot be totally greedy. You have to oblige yourself not to learn everything. Or else you will learn nothing. Culture in this sense is about knowing how to forget.

Interview with Umberto Eco (The Art of Fiction, No. 197). (via the-library-and-step-on-it)


October 18, 2014 at 11:14 AM

I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.

— Umberto Eco, Foucault’s Pendulum (via fyp-philosophy)

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