
There are perhaps many causes worth dying for, but to me, certainly, there are none worth killing for.
– Albert Dietrich –
Photography + poem + art

There are perhaps many causes worth dying for, but to me, certainly, there are none worth killing for.
– Albert Dietrich –

Even if we don’t want to admit it, the ability to overcome most obstacles is within our hands.
We can’t blame family, society, or history if our work is meaningless, dull, or stressful. Admittedly, there are not too many options when we realize that our job is useless, or actually harmful. Perhaps the only choice is to quit as quickly as possible, even at the cost of severe financial hardship.
In terms of the bottom line of one’s life, it is always a better deal to do something one feels good about than something that may make us materially comfortable but emotionally miserable. Such decisions are notoriously difficult, and require great honesty with oneself.
– Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi –

There’s something simmering inside of me. Something I’ve never dared to tap into, something I’m afraid to acknowledge. There’s a part of me clawing to break free from the cage I’ve trapped it in, banging on the doors of my heart, begging to be free. Begging to let go.
– Tahereh Mafi –


She [Thérèse] believed that the sublime splendour of ordinary existence was hidden from those who lived embedded in it, that for them the bread of every day must lose its savour. Only hearts like hers, fated to bear an infinite frustration, could feed on its intolerable absence.
– François Mauriac – Thérèse

Reading the poems that you saved
they make the gloomy hours make sense
or do they lose their power
with the yellowing of age
I saw you suffering
through a foggy window in the rain
when you thought no one was watching …
going through your memories
like so many prisons to escape
become someone else
With another face
and another name
no more suffering …
The past is like a braided rope
each moment tightly coiled
Too tired for imagining
that you could ever love somebody else
somewhere far away
from another time
and another place
with another life
and another face
and another name
No more suffering
Chris Cornell – Through The Window
Ph : Elipa

If you lock the door on sorrow,
how will it leave your heart?
– Khang Kijarro Nguyen –

All human wisdom is contained in these two words – Wait and Hope
– Alexandre Dumas – The Count of Monte Cristo

I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.
– Fyodor Dostoyevsky – White Nights

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir: We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls, and calls each vagabond by name.
– William Bliss –