Photography + poem + art
I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.
– Haruki Murakami – South of the Border, West of the Sun
For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of – to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others… and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures.
– Virginia Woolf – To the Lighthouse
Ph : Pavel Mirchuk
If, before every action, we were to begin by weighing up the consequences, thinking about them in earnest, first the immediate consequences, then the probable, then the possible, then the imaginable ones, we should never move beyond the point where our first thought brought us to a halt. The good and evil resulting from our words and deeds go on apportioning themselves,….
– José Saramago – Blindness
Ph : Federico Patellani
Freedom is to stand naked at the moment, having no expectations, nothing to lose or to gain. The empty then is fulfilled, just to be emptied again at the next moment. The Absolute Freedom is, to become every path, at any given moment.
– Grigoris Deoudis –
Ph : Helmut Newton
Take a walk outside – it will serve you far more than pacing around in your mind.
– Rasheed Ogunlaru –
There are certain half-dreaming moods of mind in which we naturally steal away from noise and glare, and seek some quiet haunt where we may indulge our reveries and build our air castles undisturbed.
– Washington Irving –
Being alone is, ironically, one of the best ways to escape from loneliness.
To be with us, just with us, to listen to what we have to say, to feel what we have to feel, to touch, with our own hands, our own fears, our own frustrations, our own black spots.
Loneliness is more and more the inability to be alone: the inability to sit before us, really before us (of us alone), and look and say and do and change and change. Mercilessly.
And much less with pity. No mercy.
Saying all there is to say. Do everything there is to do.
No leaks.
– Pedro Chagas Freitas –
She was the most beautiful, terrible thing he’d ever seen, like an acetylene flame, an incandescent filament, a fallen star right in front of him.
– Lev Grossman – The Magician’s Land
Happiness consists in realizing it is all a great strange dream
– Jack Kerouac –
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