Thursday, April 26, 2012 Tuesday, April 3, 2012
The world into which we are born is brutal and cruel, and at the same time of divine beauty. Which element we think outweighs the other, whether meaninglessness or meaning, is a matter of temperament. If meaninglessness were absolutely preponderant, the meaningfulness of life would vanish to an increasing degree with each step in our development. But that is or seems to me not the case. Probably as in all metaphysical questions, both are true; life is or has meaning and meaninglessness. I cherish the anxious hope that meaning will be preponderate and win the battle. Carl Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections, (Vintage Books, 1989)
Wednesday, February 15, 2012

jewahl:

Tokyo Story (1953), Yasujirô Ozu.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011
If a man treats life artistically, his brain is his heart. The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde (via emptycarousels)

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Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Now I’m starting to think he wasn’t supposed to be my whole life, he was just this doorway to me. Barbara Kingsolver (via paperlover)

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There was another life that I might have had, but I am having this one. Kazuo Ishiguro (via creatingaquietmind)

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Sunday, October 23, 2011
To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life. Pablo Neruda (via misswallflower)
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication. Leonardo da Vinci
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
pulmonaire:

What Doesnt Kill You (iPad) (by wordboner)

pulmonaire:

What Doesnt Kill You (iPad) (by wordboner)

Monday, September 5, 2011
To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury; and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable; and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasion, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony. William Ellery Channing
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