
I feel the reason we are all here, our purpose of being, is to help others find their little piece of happiness and heaven right here on earth.
– Ken Poirot –
Photography + poem + art

I feel the reason we are all here, our purpose of being, is to help others find their little piece of happiness and heaven right here on earth.
– Ken Poirot –

Too much of a good thing can be wonderful
– Mae West –

How do you know when it’s over?
Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you.
– Gunnar Ardelius –

Because I’m happy that you exist at all …
Perhaps I love you. Perhaps I love you very much. But probably just for this reason it would be better if we remain as we are.
I think a man and a woman love each other all the more when they do not live together and when they know about each other only that they exist, and when they are grateful to each other for the fact that they exist and that they know they exist.
And that alone is enough for their happiness.
– Milan Kundera – Laughable Loves
Ph : Alex Freund

I was too dazed to follow right away, because there was something new happening, a wheel inside my heart I’d never noticed before, and it was spinning so fast it made me dizzy. And the farther away she got, the faster it spun, like there was an invisible cord unreeling from it that stretched between us, and if she went too far it would snap – and kill me. I wondered if this strange, sweet pain was love.
– Ransom Riggs – Hollow City

And what delights can equal those
that stir the spirit’s inner deeps,
When one that loves but knows not,
reaps a truth from one that loves and knows?
– Alfred Tennyson – In Memoriam
Ph : Alex Freund

Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow.
Be near me when the sensuous frame
Is rack’d with pangs that conquer trust;
And Time, a maniac scattering dust,
And Life, a fury slinging flame.
Be near me when my faith is dry,
And men the flies of latter spring,
That lay their eggs, and sting and sing
And weave their petty cells and die.
Be near me when I fade away,
To point the term of human strife,
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.
– Alfred Tennyson – In Memoriam
Ph : Peter Lindbergh

For words, like nature, half reveal
and half conceal the Soul within…
– Alfred Tennyson – In Memoriam

