“You are infinite. You are really everywhere. But you think that you are the body, and therefore consider yourself limited. If you think you are the body which is sitting, you do not know your true nature.”
—Meher Baba
July 2011
18 posts
“I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.”
—Sylvia Plath
“I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.”
—Franz Kafka
“Now I know what loneliness is, I think. It comes from a vague core of the self — like a disease of the blood, dispersed throughout the body so that one cannot locate the matrix, the spot of contagion.”
—Sylvia Plath
“I must be a mermaid. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.”
—Anaïs Nin (via suzywire)
“People sometimes ask me if I’m happy and I tell them to fuck off.”
—Thom Yorke
“Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier, simpler.”
—Nietzsche
you are the prettiest girl i have ever seen
why am i so sad then
“Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.”
—Franz Kafka to Milena Jesenska, 1921
“People are by and large a product of where they were born and raised. How you think and feel’s always linked to the lie of the land, the temperature. The prevailing winds, even.”
—Haruki Murakami
“
i thought that i could not be hurt
i thought that i could not be hurt;
i thought that i must surely be
impervious to suffering-
immune to pain
or agony.
my world was warm with april sun
my thoughts were spangled green & gold;
my soul filled up with joy, yet
felt the sharp, sweet pain that only joy
can hold.
my spirit soared above the gulls
that, swooping breathlessly so high
o’erhead, now seem to to brush their whir-
ring wings against the blue roof of
the sky.
(how frail the human heart must be-
a throbbing pulse, a trembling thing-
a fragile, shining instrument
of crystal, which can either weep,
or sing.)
then, suddenly my world turned gray,
& darkness wiped aside my joy.
a dull & aching void was left
where careless hands had reached out to
destroy
my silver web of happiness.
the hands then stopped in wonderment,
for, loving me, they wept to see
the tattered ruins of my firma-
ment
(how frail the human heart must be-
a mirrored pool of thought. so deep
& tremulous an instrument
of glass that it can either sing,
or weep).
“Modern life is so thin and shallow and fake. I look forward to when developers go bankrupt, Japan gets poorer and wild grasses take over.”
—Hayao Miyazaki
“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is eternity.”
—Edvard Munch
“A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.”
—Franz Kafka
“Closing your eyes isn’t going to change anything. Nothing’s going to disappear just because you can’t see what’s going on. In fact, things will even be worse the next time you open your eyes. That’s the kind of world we live in. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won’t make time stand still.”
—Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)
