What the public wants is the image of passion, not passion itself.
Roland Barthes
It is possible that underneath the holy fable and disguise of Jesus’ life there lies concealed one of the most painful cases of the martyrdom of knowledge about love: the martyrdom of the most innocent and desirous heart, never sated by any human love; demanding love, to be loved and nothing else, with hardness, with insanity, with terrible eruptions against those who denied him love; the story of a poor fellow, unsated and insatiable in love, who had to invent hell in order to send to it those who did not want to love him - and who finally, having gained knowledge about human love, had to invent a god who is all love, all ability to love - who has mercy on human love because it is so utterly wretched and unknowing. Anyone who feels that way, who knows this about love seeks death.
Neitzsche “Beyond Good & Evil”
And as my hands drop the last desperate pen, in some cheap room, they will find me there and never know my name, my meaning, nor the treasure of my escape.

Henry Chinaski 


The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.
Lost in Translation
If a work of art is rich and vital and complete, those who have artistic instincts will see its beauty and those to whom ethics appeal more strongly will see its moral lesson.
Oscar Wilde
If you can’t write clearly, you probably don’t think nearly as well as you think you do.
Kurt Vonnegut (via nevver)
Such a simple, yet misunderstood quote.

Such a simple, yet misunderstood quote.

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We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.
Goethe
Youth would be an ideal state if it came a little later in life.
I hadn’t understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another. They lost their names. Only the words ‘yesterday’ and ‘tomorrow’ still had any meaning for me.
The Stranger by Albert Camus (via thechocolatebrigade)

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As a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for the most part do not want to know. Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.
Carl Gustav Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections  (via fatalefemme)

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