She holds her head as high as if she were beautiful,
and holds her body as if she were strong.
– Michel Faber – The Crimson Petal and the White
You do not understand music: you hear it.
So hear me with your whole body.
– Clarice Lispector –
When we love, we lay down our defenses, we tear down our barriers, let us enter, at the heart of what we have more vulnerable in us, the unpredictable of the other.
– Jacques Salome –
Ph : Martina Matencio
O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?
And shall I couple Hell?
– William Shakespeare – Hamlet
Ph : Steven Meisel & Alison Scarpulla
The magic fades too fast
the scent of summer never lasts
the nights turn hollow and vast
but nothing remains…nothing lasts.
– Sanober Khan –
being mountains,
being seas,
frail as flowers are the lives of men,
passing phantoms of this world.
– Reiko Chiba –
Ph : Harley Weir
He thinks I suffer from depression. But I’m just quiet. Solitude and depression are like swimming and drowning …
… that flowers sometimes unfold inside themselves.
– Simon Van Booy – Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories
Ph : Christian Coigny
The seed of our love will always cube within the wonder of infinite.
– Robert M. Drake –
Ph : Aaron Feaver
Take fireflies for example. Try to imagine their beauty, the evanescent beauty of their lives, which don’t even last a week.
Female fireflies flash their lights only to have intercourse with the males; males twinkle just to have intercourse with the females. And once their mating has finished, they die. In short, their reproductive instinct is the single, absolute reason for fireflies to live. In that simple instinct and their simple world, no kind of sadness can intervene. This is precisely why fireflies are so fleetingly beautiful.
– Tatsuhiko Takimoto – Welcome to the N.H.K.
Because of our broken instincts we are in pain.
We continue in pain because our instincts have been twisted by reason. So, what are we supposed to do? Should we abandon knowledge? Throw away reason? In any event, that wouldn’t be possible. For better or worse, we ate the fruit of knowledge long, long ago.
– Tatsuhiko Takimoto –
Ph : Luigi Miano
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