No need to hurry.
No need to sparkle.
No need to be anybody but oneself.
Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
Sylvia Plath’s mother (via mirroir)
By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. ‘Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando
19th C.: The red-light district of history
During the 19th Century, her identity would be a prostitute because she is a woman.
The less you eat, drink and read books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorize, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you save - the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor dust will devour - your capital. The less you are, the more you have; the less you express your own life, the greater is your alienated life - the greater is the store of your estranged being.
When he wasn’t teaching or studying, he was up in the college tower, working on a project inspired by the Avignon light.
John Glassie on Athanasius Kircher as found in A Man of Misconceptions: The Life of an Eccentric in an Age of Change
I just do art because I’m ugly and there’s nothing else for me to do.
[Robert] Walser wanted to be a walking nobody and what he most desired was to be forgotten. He realized that every writer must be forgotten almost as soon as he has stopped writing, because the page has been lost, has literally flown away, has entered a context of different situations and sentiments, answers questions put by other men, which its author could not even have imagined.
Enrique Vila-Matas, Bartleby & Co (via ND)
The past beats inside me like a second heart.
Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us.