quoth the madman

No mud, no lotus.

Thich Nhat Hanh

quoth the madman

I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’
It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.
Catherine Breillat

quoth the madman

"We are two abysses—a well staring at the sky."

— Fernando Pessoa

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"Photography does not create eternity, as art does; it embalms time, rescuing it simply from its proper corruption."

— André Bazin

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Nothing can make you happier than you are. All search for happiness is misery and leads to more misery. The only happiness worth the name is the natural happiness of conscious being.

~Nisargadatta Maharaj

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I am by nature a dealer in words, and words are the most powerful drug known to humanity.

~Rudyard Kipling 



quoth the madman

Couples are wholes and not wholes, what agrees disagrees, the concordant is discordant. From all things one and from one all things.

Heraclitus

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We can make our minds so like still water that beings gather about us that they may see, it may be, their own images, and so live for a moment with a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our quiet.

W. B. Yeats, The Celtic Twilight

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In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than the glorification of the splendid system that makes them so.

~Theodor Adorno

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"… it only takes two facing mirrors to construct a labyrinth."

— Jorge Luis Borges, “Nightmares” from Seven Nights

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"It’s hard for a soul to pull itself
away from flesh."

— Dean Young, from “Zero Hour”

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Remembering is merely safeguarding something entrusted to memory; knowing, however, means making everything your own; it means not depending upon the copy and not all the time glancing back at the master.
~Seneca, Epistulae, XXXIII

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"Any point of a circle is its start:
desire forgoing fulfillment to go on desiring."

— Jane Hirshfield, from “Sentencings”

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Beauty is certainly a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which easily slips in and permeates our souls. - Plato, Lysis

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 Where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight, which, no doubt, was why so many people looked on it as immoral. - John Galsworthy, The Forsyte Saga

quoth the madman

"Beer."

fucked

quoth the madman

According to the Bible, God created the heavens and the Earth. It is man’s prerogative - and woman’s - to create their own particular and private hell.

Rod Serling

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"Better to mind undulant clouds
sweating light as they turn
than to poke the dark with riddles…"

— Colette Inez, from “Empty Parenthesis”

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"All sanity depends on this: that it should be a delight to feel heat strike the skin, a delight to stand upright, knowing the bones moving easily under the flesh."

— Doris Lessing

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"Because we smashed their statues,
because we threw them out of their temples,
in no way means their gods are dead."

— C. P. Cavafy, from “Ionian,” trans. Aliki Barnstone

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"Me. And me now."

— James Joyce, Ulysses

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"La lune ne garde aucune rancune…"

— T. S. Eliot, from “Rhapsody on a Windy Night”

quoth the madman

"I shall call you visual
And multiply your image."

— Paul Éluard, from Surrealism and the Book

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"So much of the city
is our bodies. Places in us
old light still slants through to.
Places that no longer exist but are full of feeling,
like phantom limbs."

— Anne Michaels, from “Phantom Limbs”

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I am that which must always overcome itself.

Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

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I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

~Anaïs Nin

quoth the madman

People run from rain but
sit
in bathtubs full of
water.

Charles Bukowski

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You are thinking that I talk of power, and yet I am not even able to prevent the decay of my own body. Can you not understand, Winston, that the individual is only a cell? The weariness of the cell is the vigour of the organism.

O’Brien - 1984; George Orwell

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"This hour too will be more lovely in recollection."

— Anna Kamienska

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"Every man carries within himself a world made up of all that he has seen and loved; and it is to this world that he returns, incessantly, though he may pass through and seem to inhabit a world quite foreign to it."

— François-René de Chateaubriand, Voyage en Italie, 1803

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"It is still beautiful to hear the heart beat
but often the shadow seems more real than the body."

— Tomas Tranströmer, from “After a Death”

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"The reason we go to poetry is not for wisdom, but for the dismantling of wisdom."

— Jacques Lacan

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"I always fancied that you would take me to some place where there was a huge wicked spider, big as a man, and we should spend our lives looking at it and being afraid of it. That’s how our love would spend itself."

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Possessed, 1872

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"So be it. Evoke the forms. Where you’ve nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them."

— Cormac McCarthy, The Road

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"There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, ‘Consume me.’"

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves

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The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

W. B. Yeats

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‎When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.

Oscar Wilde, “An Ideal husband” (1893)