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Thoughts on things I have no idea about.Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.
Plato (via q-q-quotes)
What has to be given up
is not the I, as most mystics suppose:
this I is indispensable for any relationship,
including the highest,
which always presupposes an I and You.
What has to be given up is not the I
but that drive for self-affirmation
which impels man to flee
from the unreliable, unsolid, unlasting,
unpredictable, dangerous world of relation
into the having of things.
Martin Buber (via writerofamestris)
In addition to my other numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant… . My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known- no wonder, then, that I return the love.
Søren Kierkegaard (via subtle-body)
One must not think slightingly of the paradoxical…for the paradox is the source of the thinker’s passion, and the thinker without a paradox is like a lover without feeling: a paltry mediocrity.
Søren Kierkegaard (via subtle-body)
My life has been brought to its uttermost point. I am disgusted with existence, it has no savor and is without salt or meaning…Where am I? What does that mean, ‘the world’? What does that word mean? Who has tricked me into this entire affair and now leaves me standing here? Who am I? How did I come into the world? Why wasn’t I consulted? Why was I not made acquainted with the customs and rules, but instead thrust into the ranks, as though I had been shanghaied by a military recruiter? How did I acquire a share in the great enterprise they call reality? Why do I have to have a share in it? Isn’t it a matter of free choice? And if I am to be forced to do this, where is the manager, because I have something to say? Is there no manager? To whom shall I direct my complaint? Existence is a debate, after all, so might I ask that my views be taken into consideration?…Will no one answer? Isn’t this of the greatest importance to all the gentlemen involved?…How did it come about that I became guilty? Or am I not guilty? Why, then, am I labeled as such in every language? What sort of a wretched invention is human language, when it says one thing and means another?
Søren Kierkegaard
Any fool can know. The point is to understand.
Albert Einstein (via subtle-body)
Sometimes I forget what I was going to say. Sometimes I remember things everyone else has forgotten for ever and always. Does that ever happen to you?
Delirium, The Sandman: Season of Mists
Neil Gaiman (via aliveinquotes)
Neil Gaiman (via aliveinquotes)
Every once in a while I really understand what the big deal about Bukowski is.
Sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words.
William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying (via somebiggerinfinities)
